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Sep 2023
You held me in grass,
In times of despair.
You my very last,
Dont worry, beware.
You told me its fine,
You’ll see me again.
All loves have a line,
Never wanting end.
To roam the woods more,
Was all I wanted.
What love away soar,
Ever known daunted?
All sweet passing through,
Carolina knew…
Thank you  Carolina…
Nickolas J McKee
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Nickolas J McKee  29/M/Wherever
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