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Half a world
is too far away:
Twelve thousand mile arc
or eight thousand through clay?

Fiery core
that holds such dismay,
11,000 F’s
that burn and cremate
standing between
self
and dear mate.

Our time is coming
when we shall ignite
reunion of glory
after tonight.

Waiting
and dreaming
and missing your touch;
prayers for safe journey,
goddess whom I love
so much.

Fly to me soon
return to my side,
my heart is empty
without you,
dear bride.

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