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HOPINME

MY KIND OF LOVE:)

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i count every hour 
every minute
every second
to see your face
to touch your hand
to feel your skin
to see your delighted eyes
to see your smile:)
for just a second...
i just want to die after these 
i want to take my last breath from your smell
iwant to take my last look of your face
i want to have my last touch of your skin
i want to kiss your hand while dying,having your hand in my fist
just
let me die slowly...
concentrated in your eyes....
yes, i want this.

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First of all, welcome to GA. You've shared a very emotive poem. Love and death are strong subjects.

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