Distance Love
Wiling away my evenings in anticipation of words not written in my destiny. My feet tread lightly, running around in hope of one day, waking up to your warm embrace, happy with the pride shining in your eyes, finally valuing me for the priceless diamond I keep trying to rub out of the charcoal cards life dealt me with but always falling short of hunting down stones of quality from those pelted at me
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