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Monday, March 28, 2022

Standing in an empty room, walls and a door between us, rare it is for true love to be found when not looking for it.

Waiting for the tune to end, I can’t pretend not to want you more than ever before.

I store my love for you like gold waiting for the time to express with my everything what’s been going on inside my head and heart all of these days and nights I’ve been waiting for you to come into my life.

Beneath the stars we’ll dance and gather flowers as the stems reach towards one another and our petals meet between us, we’ll dance until our flowers are planted between the ripe hills.

But for now I’m standing in an empty room holding my flower waiting for your flower to grow with mine until we’re a garden in love with healthy flowers between us.

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