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Mar 2015
Those spoken words
From her lips,
Those weren't easy words,
She writes them down
In her journal,
As the day goes by
Her cursive written words,
Between punctuations
Imprinted in fiber
With the random doodles,
Are her rehearsal.
Taking on her maiden step,
A journey with him,
He will fill in the journal
With her.
Jacob
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Jacob  25/M/Singapore
(25/M/Singapore)   
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