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longing.
my frail hands reach for you,
my heart possibly reaching too.
you are my felicity,
the feelings you strike inside me stronger than electricity.
I truly do love you,
but I'm scared you won't stay true.
nevertheless, I still want us to have a everlasting rendezvous.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 5:03 am
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