a future glimpse

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It is times like these I wish you were by my side.

Your insight, into my day, would be a sweet delight.

My head upon your shoulder, where I can hear your heart, and inhale the scent of you.

This is the home, my heart longs for.

 

You do not live in my country.

But from across the sea.

I know not what you look like.

However, my heart will know you, once we meet.

 

It is not your title

Nor you money I need

Just a place beside you

Not a you and I, but we

 

 

 

 

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