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Feb 16
It is but two more days,
till the end of my longing will come to its demise.
It is but two more days till my heart can express the pain it endured.
It is but two more days till I can return to my reality of the unassuming or rather its disguised encounters.
Two more days, till my breath is caught, by the other,
Never to be released till we know no other.
It is but two more sleeps, I'm counting...
Charl
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Charl  40/F
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