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Jan 2013
Empty for you, yearning longing to find you.
Space unfilled walking life’s path alone, soulless.
Aching so bad like a puppy torn form its mother.
Insecurities, needing to feel safe, where are you.
Seeing you in dreams, calling me, say may name.
Rap around my heart, stop my tears from falling.
Caress me with the very soul that’s missing my life.
Torture I no more, for being human, is my curse.
Find me soon; my years are growing old, time ticks.
Everything I can give is here, that everything is me.
As always, I gaze upon the emptiness, cold inside.
You will find me, maybe not in this life, but you will.
Scott Salter
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Scott Salter  UK England
(UK England)   
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