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Almost
by Ariel Teagan Drake
I see the image of my lover
In the rays that are setting for the night
I've grown weary of chasing
After his shining light
So, I'm waiting here by the sea
This time, the man must come to me
He'll return again in the morning
(Almost makes this shivering worthwhile)
Almost...
But
I
still
won't
be
the
aggressor
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