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Aug 2018
The perseverence and I don't even know his middle name.

I've grown fond and I seem to grow fonder daily but I'm not sure what's to come

If I hold on tightly but ever so slightly unravel I know I'd be fine for the strands making up my bind, would only show the true colors that make up me.

What's to come I'll surely not know but what I do know is I hope it's with you
Confessional poetry
Kamblamian
Written by
Kamblamian  Mesa, Arizona
(Mesa, Arizona)   
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     ReneΓ© Williams and Kamblamian
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