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Mar 2019
I lose all sense of time and space;
suspended weightless i drift
towards you.
Always,
towards you,
never ceasing to desire your gentle hands,
one last time.
I hear your heart,
beckoning from somewhere I do not know;
but i do know that once I find you,
I will be
home.
Sarah
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Sarah  19/F/Kentucky
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