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Dec 2014
I miss you like I miss the dew
When it turns to brittle frost,
Like I miss a summer storm
When it dissipates into a calm.

I miss the feeling of the warm
In your arms securing me.

And I miss you as acutely
As I miss the dance of fire
When fall has come and gone
And the joy of Summer is lost.
Lynn Greyling
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Lynn Greyling  SOUTH AFRICA
(SOUTH AFRICA)   
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