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Jan 2015
Baby, if you wanted the moon,
stars, and the sun-
if I held possession of them,
then they'd be yours...
Since I don't have
the right to give them to you,
instead I'll offer you an exchange...
Don't worry, I'll be fair-
I'm putting my hand,
heart, and soul-
up for your taking...
Before you respond,
I have one condition;
if you accept my offering-
then they're yours-
until one day,
beyond forever is through...


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Sabrina Denise Healey
Written by
Sabrina Denise Healey  47/F/Oregon
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