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By Bob Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2002 Jan 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.23.01.10.7579]] |
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I am sitting, alone, And in love -- Maybe for the first time. Hopefully for the last time. Now I realize what happiness is, And torture, when he is gone. I shudder to think it was a dream For I still feel his hand on my cheek, The comfort it brought. I dream of him Because he is away, I long for his return. |