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Jul 2014
Here I lie, in my darkened room
Thinking of you, as I often do.
Letting my mind wander its hallowed halls
Hearing your voice, its welcoming calls
The soft gentle rasp of your deep toned voice
Knowing it's you, my one true choice.
I run towards your shadow with longing eyes
But you always ascend from me, into the skies.
The angel you are, yet you can't see.
The mere sight of you seems to always amaze me.
The ways your eyes glisten and swim so dear
They look like an ocean, pure and clear
I look at your face, my gaze to your lips
That grow more addicting with every kiss.
This is what I see as I lie in the night
As I wait for the day we escape in sweet freedom's flight
MaskedAngelofPain
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MaskedAngelofPain  21/F
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   Tark Wain
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