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Jul 2013
Treasure
As I sit here I heal, I think, and I wait
For it was not long ago that I escaped
Something so draining it needed to end
O look I see how life can bend

As I sit here I hope, I dream, and I plan
For a future made of love of oceans full of precious beach sand
Something so beautiful as the first child of my brother
O how I treasure the notion of someone calling me mother
Amanda
Written by
Amanda  America
(America)   
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