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She hides away
I long to heal her
To but know where it hurts.

A feather touch
Serenade soft
I capture her embrace.

Shh... quietly
Her desire love
But bruised by words.

It hurts everywhere
Walls come down
Rebuild her esteem.

A longing to be whole
To be part
Be complete.

Moments, hours, days
Weeks, months, years
Forever.

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