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May 2015
The tears when I first see you taste no different than when you leave.

Where does the time go?

The stars in your eyes are almost blinding, but provide me clarity.

The suffocation helps me to breathe.

You hold my hand through this parody.
As we wilt to grow.
Joseph D
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Joseph D  NY
(NY)   
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   ---, Andrew Tinkham, Erenn and Pax
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