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| I hold your note Close to my heart, To see the words Written down for me. The way you feel Written on that page. It becomes alive then, Breathing my smiles, Touching me softly, I feel you. The paper seems Different somehow, I just can't place it. It almost feels Heavier, thicker In my hand. The delicious weight Of you words, Hanging in the air; I could almost Breathe them, Sustain myself on Your intentions. I almost hear The timbre of Your voice, Low and gentle, In the rustle of the Paper as I Fold it and Stash it away To read later When I'm Missing you again. |
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