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this question
... so many hindrances
stuffed, old and rotting
this question isn't asked
find it, buy it, sell it
once considered passed
... so much promise
refusing, dying, gone
this question isn't asked
the drunken, the high
curious itch; too soon scratched
... so many, too much
no wonder we wander
this question isn't asked
love is love... simple truth
this will never pass
Happy Valentines Day
I'll Love You and Only You Forever
and
I Miss You,
I can't wait to gaze into your eyes again...
... (click send)
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