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Nov 2013
My heart grows heavy
with longing for you
And oh God, I pray,
That you miss me too

My mind wanders off
To the very best days,
when we were young and it was summer
I can still see you face

Your tan skin gleaming in the sun
that peeked through the trees
your blue eyes glistening
as they stared at me

I can still hear your voice,
and the words that it whispered
I can still feel your touch on my cheek
But sadly enough, it’s only while I sleep,


In my dreams.


(a.f.c)
Angela Campbell
Written by
Angela Campbell  Hull, MA
(Hull, MA)   
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   ---, Austin Skye, - and strange wind
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