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Her. A vision of loveliness I mist concur, an odor of the finest myrrh. I can feel her presence in the air, I call to her, I only hear whispers, her face is but a blur. One of life's beautiful themes walking holding hands by living streams, under multi colored sun beams. Like hand and glove a love that can only come from above, making the perfect team, I awake from a dream. Her. A vision of Loveliness... Where?
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
HER
Her. A vision of loveliness I mist concur, an odor of the finest myrrh. I can feel her presence in the air, I call to her, I only hear whispers, her face is but a blur. One of life's beautiful themes walking holding hands by living streams, under multi colored sun beams. Like hand and glove a love that can only come from above, making the perfect team, I awake from a dream. Her. A vision of Loveliness... Where?
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60/M/St. Louis, Mo.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
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