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Oct 2014
X marks the spot but still I am lost,
                Stuck on the spot but feeling drawn to you.
       My lips go dry, yearning after your gentle touch.
Seeing you there shivering on the curb                                 brings tears to my eyes.
      You hold out your hand,
                  I am found.
Hope you enjoy and any thoughts/feedback appreciated!
Eefs Jungmann
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Eefs Jungmann
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