I’m home in the presence of you; and there is so much to say as I gaze into hazel, yet my trembling lips lay in wait. Every ounce of me is screaming to tell you these thoughts I’ve been holding in for so long. How long must I wait? Tears like rain drops against a window pane fall from my eyes. I awake to another dream played out by truths behind organic curtains.


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