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Waiting, oh so quietly,
is the love I hold within.
Sleeping, oh so lonely,
missing love's elusive twin.
Haunting is the melody,
the humming of the heart.
Seeking, always searching,
for that missing part.
A ray, a light, a beacon;
my need of late is great.
My only fear I realized all
yet still I was too late.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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