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Dec 2015
Born into the world as the pure beauty that you are, grasping for air as your lungs are clogged with water, an element of your soul.

As you scream, I knew that you were special,

holding you dear while my heart pounds naturally in sync with yours loving as you are apart of me.

A mothers touch is dear as she naturally nurtures her love, thus loving all god children with unconditionally love.
9ine
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9ine  Louisiana
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