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May 2015
My life began,
when you walked in,
the man who faught,
for my hand.

Never thought we would lass,
but baby we are still going.

When my eyes connected into yours,
I knew we had something growing,
and that was love.
#Love
Cheyenne Jeffrey
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Cheyenne Jeffrey
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   Tushar Sawant
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