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Aug 2023
Sometimes I stop
and remember you.
I remember what it was like
to hold you, to see you smile,
and I smile just thinking about it.
I don’t want to stop thinking about you,
writing about you, sighing for you.
I long for the day I can
call your name once more and
you come running back into my arms.
I want to always be there for you.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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