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January 2005

1-24-05

3:59 am



My mind is full.

Running on overload.

Of thoughts of you.

Of things I can only imagine.

Of things that have only happened.

In my thoughts.

But thoughts I can not.

Shake from my head.

Your body is a temple.

I want to worship at.

Your mind is an endless place.

That I want to explore.

Your soul is a safe place.

For me to let mine roam.

because when I am with you.

It just always feels like home.

But I am.

On the outside.

Looking in.

Left with only my thoughts.

And Imagination.

Waiting and wondering.

If you will ever.

Let me come home.

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