*part three*

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every minute seems like an hour and every hour feels like an eternity

waiting

waiting to see you again when will I see you again

waiting to see that familiar smile and smell that familiar smell that I love oh so very much

waiting to look up at those ocean blue eyes and feel myself start to smile

waiting to put my face in that spot in between your chest and your neck that I fit into perfectly

waiting to feel your love like it's heat on a hot summer day

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