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Jul 2011
You looked into my eyes
And I saw the end of the world
You held my hand
And I felt the beginning of creation
When you talk to me
All I hear is the sweetest melody
Your lips meet mine
And I taste the peace in eternity
When you are in my presence
I smell the fresh air that fills my lungs
And I am thankful for breathing the same air
For you are blessed
And define the flowering of who I am
Frankie Gestone
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Frankie Gestone  36/M/Brooklyn
(36/M/Brooklyn)   
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