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| By Ane | ||
| 18 July 2008 | ||
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Curled up in a ball and lying naked on a bed— The scent of him still has its arms around me;— A silken smile and a new light of the eyes Reveal the emotions boiling up from inside. There is a fear that dreams of being pushed away, A persistent calm that breathes new life; This dare, this trust, this longing held back Silently weaves through what this mind lacked. Wish upon a star in a world with no dark, Yet maybe true luck has finally come: Persistent hope, fringed with doubt, I embrace, If only my look, mirrored, forms on his face.
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