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anguish

 
 
i haven't gone  
a single minute,  
not one,  
without  
craving your  
hands on my face,
your forehead
on mine  
as you whisper
it's going to  
be all right

against my  
quivering lips
 
 
in my anguish,  
i could believe it  
 
 
 
 
 
Written by Betty
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