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Jul 2020
But to your front door
would hope walk the endless street
where dreams and terror
would collide to
see you standing there -
but insanity wracks it over
as day after day passes
and day by day I hope
to see the time
when I can finally look up
to talk to
you
Andrew
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Andrew
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       Melanii and ---
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