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Jan 26
She
In her presence, poetry is born, as if the very air conspires to echo the splendor of her being.
She is a harmony of beauty that transcends the confines of mere words.
My secret love. She melts me.
Paul James Woolley
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Paul James Woolley  71/M/Lichfield UK
(71/M/Lichfield UK)   
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