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Oct 2017
I want to hold your hand.
And your hand only.
I want to call you mine.
But I've never done so before.
I want to sit with you,
Beneath the dark night sky.
I want to listen to your voice over the phone.
Midnight passing hours ago.
I want to wake up to your good morning messages.
And fall asleep to your good night.
I want all these things.
Thing I may not need.
Yet yearn for, nonetheless.
I'm in a sort of mushy mood right now because consistency doesn't exist.
Grace Willow
Written by
Grace Willow  17/F/USA
     Onalenna Nkoketsang and Carly
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