Foolish heart of mine despairingly counting the days till I
see you again and a mild longing for your occurrence strangle the will to keep
calm.
Childlike I vision to get through the time and space, to embrace
everything around you and for a second ...oh, just for a slight flash to be the femme
fatale holding your imperceptible arm.
My credulity keeps me alive.
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| J.Prohorenkova |
Agnes.
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