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Lover

Lover

And in the dead of the night, I feel my long lost lover creep up on me,

Steady breath grazing the back of my neck as the weight shifts closer to me.

She’s a part of me, she’s always been; and now I look in her eyes,

First emotionless, then tears fill them up, almost pouring over the brim.

She slowly slips her hand in mine.

“My love, welcome home.”

Rianne

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