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Feb 2015
Flowers growing in my heart..Bees will make love to their faces. Empty spaces in my chest iv yet to find  replacements...Something in your aura, foreshadowing adjacency from blazing loves euphoria.

The birds would sing about her, The trees were always watching, I often dreamed about her, until my blood was splotching..
Mark The Vagabond
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   Nancy E Tracy, --- and Poetess
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