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Jun 2021
The stars will never shine so bright
as your smile once did
nor the air feel so warm as your breath.
My home will never be as secure
as your embrace made me feel
nor my bed so comforting as your touch.

Please ...
                  I'm begging you ...

                               come back to me ......
Growly Wolfus
Written by
Growly Wolfus  17/USA
(17/USA)   
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     Frances Raeburn and Aishu
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