"Bubbling up in our own good time-- online."
Groundwaters Publishing, LLC
Volume 1 Issue 1
Page 24
I long for you.
Your absence drains
the life within me.
I’m parched.
I shrivel and die of thirst
For your presence.
Wet my desire.
I know before you come
Your scent is in the air.
Ah, sweet promise
Rain.
I Long For You By Sarah Spaulding
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