For Bekah or For Laura
As I sit here alone,Frozen to the bone.
I think of one being,
Who owns all of my feeling.
The key to my lock,
The tick to my tock.
She is the one,
That makes my soul run.
Like Muslims to Mecca,
I think of just Bekah.
or
Like Jews to the Torah,
I think of just Laura.
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