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Jan 2014
My fingers tremble,
My heart, it pounds.
I want to tell you,
I can't make the sounds.
You consume my thoughts,
You permeate my dreams.
Your  words seep in,
Your thoughts enfold.
My skin tingles,
My breath quickens.
I long for you,
I wait.
M
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M  California
(California)   
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