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Oct 2015
Light peaks through these eyes.
Bright with life, at looking to something more.
Or maybe just something regular.
You know because as much as I fear the word Love.
It often occurs to me that just don't know what is.
I know I've given and been given it.
But  I never really stopped long enough to see what it was.
And I don't know why I'm writing about Love at 2:30 in the morning.
I guess I want to share something with someone to keep us from losing touch.
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