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Apr 2014
Heaven may never come soon enough
It solely arrives when all is wrought
The closer we are the farther it feels
Chasing away in barren fields

Once again alone I lay
You're far away to my dismay
Every thought a silent prayer
Our hearts connect layer by layer
The taste of vine
The feeling of ***
Our eyes shine
And one we become
My thoughts your prayers
As yours are mine
Evermore our souls aline
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   Tyler Lynn Pulliam and ---
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