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Apr 2020
You have it when you don’t know what it is
So young in years and so pure as tears
You are happy to see and frail if it delays
Count the hours to be with you
Want to  talk all the time when we’re away
You gathers my whole self and I melt in your arms
Day and night makes no sense
Being with you is what makes me YOU
Written by
Elizabeth Stone  42/F/New York
(42/F/New York)   
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