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| Chasing The Chill by © vision_wolfe The more I see of you, The more I know myself. I hear your voice And it's my soul's voice calling me To the warmth of your inner fire- I feel like I can sit there, Chasing the chill of lonliness From the house for my spirit In the laughter we share And the quiet we inhabit together. I have to live on maybe and eventually I have to survive on hope and what if I have to drink from the promises Of what might be And drink sparingly from the well Of what is. I love you I miss you Come home to me, And let me rest with you At long last In the shelter Of loving you. Vision Wolf, doling out her usual portion of longing |
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