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Your Call

It's getting dark. It's getting cold. I might not love you, but that doesn't mean feelings can't unfold. You hold me, close to your heart. I wait for your call, I feel as if I will never part from your arms. Strange how he's, no longer apart of me. You took his place, faster than the speed my heart does race.
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anamarie
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Dec 21, 2012
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