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Jan 2011
At the top of the stairs
watching your hair
in the cold night breeze
as it moves through
the air with ease.

A step below you
with my hands behind me
feelings of every hue
and the fear
of you not being here.

Completly powerless
I surrender
If there was just one thing
I wish to say
please don't push me away.
VIA SEB NET MK2011
Written by
Seb Garcia
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