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Oct 2015
You grow in the desert of my heart. Leaving a name to dust when death comes to a wayfarer on that barren land of love. A fantasy not known to reality. A lonely dance in the center of the room.
Allete Ives
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Allete Ives
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   Cecil Miller
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