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Sep 2019
I don't yearn anymore

For your eyes, for your touch

For you to say yes

You chose, you spoke the truth

Even if not in so many words

As you simply didn't want to explain

Or tell me why

Why you stumbled too like I did

Why you may have wanted it too

As much as I did

The known gives you comfort and safety

So be it.

I yearn for the tempestuous, not forΒ Β predictability

I yearn for the hurricane, not for the humble river
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Ira  24/F
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