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Jan 2013
It's 3:00 AM again
and I still think of you
sometimes,
I wish I could simply talk to you
hold your hand under deep sky blue
touch your face like I used to do
look into your eyes like it was the last thing to do
but,
I know that they're wishes that cannot come true
Wedyan AlMadani
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Wedyan AlMadani  The desert
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