act of hearts

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A warm feeling surrounds

By work of some force that cannot be seen

Hope to God that I'm found

Lost in a haze of want, of need.
It is chaotic

For if it be lust, or just longing

My heart aches, fondling over the idea.

A chase take place, over oceans, and mountains. A seemingly endless race

To one point. One finish line

To love.



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