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Waiting for you,

at our river spot.

Under the wintery moon,

to the hoots of snow owls.

Stars so bright,

to guide my way.

Down to our special place,

where I stole my first kiss.

My heart burns hot,

to touch you.

And hold you tight,

just once more.

My lips turning blue,

as ice forms.

Wading in deeper,

not waiting.

Calling your name.










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