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Sep 2010
Another lonely night,
Another half empty bed.
I long for his touch
that sent chills
Down my spine,
And the butterflies
Wild inside me.
A school girl smile
Wide across my face.
I can't help to think
That he feels it too.

But hope
Always kills
In the end.
SJ Stine
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