Poetry by Stephanie
5.14.2009
Want to go back home
I love how the wind pushes back my hair
Gentle
Like your fingertips
When you are near
I love your scent
lingering
here on my skin
wishing you were near
Making me want to return
to humble abode
and hold you
even tighter than before
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