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Mar 2014
I wish I was kissing you not missing you.
I wish I talking not typing.
I know I'm nothing in your world
You know you're something in mine.
The upper hand to do as you please, or not.

Slepping at night in a far away place
The rain drumming on the window
The light distorted as I see you
Only in my imagination you're not there
You have never been there

I wake to see your face, your smile
Oh be here now with me at dawn
If only in my dreams for today
Not just wishes, kisses

But that's what dreams are....
Something written re writren and given up on.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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