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Without her I am nothing
Comparable to Christmas with a light dusting
I feel incomplete
I just need to hear her speak
To feel the brush of her skin,
To feel The warmth of her breath as our lips come to a close
I love her to an extent she'll never know
Young lovers caught in turmoil
Only finding hope in each otherĀ 
I pray to our God that we're togetherĀ 



LovelifeYoung Lovewinter

◄ Weathered Friend

Beauty Day ►


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