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By sweetness Date: 2001 Dec 28 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.28.17.02.21697]] |
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I know he's out there somewhere the man who belongs to me Like a port-wine stain at my nape from birth the knowledge of him is intrinsic and the one thing I have faith in other than the God who will bring him to me. He cannot be rushed our lives, our heartbreaks and lonely fears serve but one purpose to make us ready for each other. so I won't pray or wish upon a star for his arrival let him take his sweet time in getting here because I know he will stay. |