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Oct 2014
sharp pains growing in my heart
.                                                         pains
.                                       that I can't control but I want to
.                                                       pains
.                                      the pains grow off of you from you
.                                                         pains
.                                       why do you do this to me?
.                              I love  you do much that I will run to the moon,
.                              the stars to prove how much I love you honey
Maxine Rife
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Maxine Rife  Omaha, Ne
(Omaha, Ne)   
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