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Jun 2015
Only  a stranger with time.
A friend in memory,and a lover in life.
His soul engraved in my heart, his spirit blankets me in the dark.
      As a cool breeze passes by me ,thats when I feel his feather touch ,which gives me chills so briefly.
When I look sharp and afar is when I see his sillouette walking slowly then disapearing into the dark
cwhite
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cwhite  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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     ---, ---, Ignatius Hosiana and unknown
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