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The clock strikes again as time winds down slowly to the day that I confess I love a woman that I consider holy. Songs play in my head and ask questions as well while I hide my heart come show and tell.
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Finally, it reaches midday when the sun is in its prime, but I know that it'll be over by evening time. Another day, another evening, and soon to be another night where I hold love and watch her bask in the spring light.
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Cold, alone, and without a friend in this place that can see the pain and love mixed together on my face. Waiting until the next day has become a daily stress, and knowing that she doesn't know brings me no kinds of rest.
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A black and white heart with a colorful hope...