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Dec 2014
Morning, I wait for her arrival
simple kindnesses, a sympathetic touch that awaking flowers
highlighted in pink....
Te amo’s kisses tremble the neck like a Richer scale,

In her I see faith, strength I can’t summon
my whole life i could spend in her arms,
Hinder me, past emotions
Let not Light see my black heart
God f   o   r   b   I   d, empty hands moment lived
McArthur Hunt Jr
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McArthur Hunt Jr  Baton Rouge, La
(Baton Rouge, La)   
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