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My Dear,



My Dear,


Where are you


Will you appear if I stop wasting my time with fools


My Dear,


I miss you

I hold you close

But let them break my heart

Because they aren’t you


I know you wouldn’t want me to be scared

But sometimes I can’t breathe

When sometimes I think

You’ll never come to me


My Dear,

I am here

Wanting to be in your arms

Wanting our hearts to be near


Near exploding 

From the proof of faith

From the witnessing of mountains being moved

From the look on your face


I am done with the loneliness

I am done with the space

With the breaks


My Dear,

I am here







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