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Aug 6
There is an embrace hanging
As yet unenacted,
A smouldering aching yearning thing
That burns and writhes and
Demands to be born into reality

An embrace that promises so much
Yet threatens more and with equal vigour,
Turns a world upon its head yet
Fills a need so completely
And quenches an aching heart
To someone somewhere this poem will speak volumes for someone surely must know what this means.
Written by
Jamesb  52/M/London
(52/M/London)   
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