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Mar 2015
With every fiber of my being I crave you.
I crave your love.
You can't tell.
But I am dying.
Your past doesn't affect me.
But how you see yourself does.
I love you for who you are.
And as you fall.
I will too.
So will my pulse.
And my soul.
And my smile.
And then.
I'm **Gone.
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
   Christopher KD
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