September 19, 2008
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My hand itches to write
My brain itches to think
My heart burns to love
My feet long to run
My body urging to move
My nails tapping away the night
Waiting for you to call
Waiting for my knight in Shining armor to come
How can I wait?
How can I remain still
In the dead of night
The rest of my home frozen in fright
For the darkness...
Yes, the darkness
Hides frightful things
Holds Undying things
Just like our love

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