With a firey passion,
We roam the streets,
Feeling,
But not seeing,
Eachother.
Will I see you?
With every thought of you
I burn.
I lie awake
In search of you.
My body aches
For your return.
Come to me...
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Sensitive, sincere, innocent inner feelings.10.