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Jun 2020
My person is still out there
Searching for my face in the crowds
I wish you knew you are my person
So I could tell you to come home
My eyes are yet to meet yours
Hands await your touch
Will they fit perfectly?
My lips thirst for your warmth
Body to angle around yours
I seek your embrace
Why do you keep me waiting?
Please, come in
Make yourself comfortable
My heart is ready
Written by
Agata Ewa  28/F/London
(28/F/London)   
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