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Lost Love

April 29, 2013
By paitonkrenn BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
paitonkrenn BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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In the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps in the cold bitter wind.
His hands are warm,
The palms extremely soft.
Many ways to find him,
but not knowing where he hides.
I sense he is near,
by the smell of green pine trees.
I am not one to move on,
because this want for him is more of a need.
He is the love of my life.



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