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Mar 2013
I see his face,
                   And I think like I've been blind all my life.
I hear his voice,
                   And I swear I hear angels sing.
I taste him,
                   *And I realize I have been starving.
Lily Karter
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Lily Karter  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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