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Dec 2015
Where did we go?
Lost in the abyss of cloudy memories
Wound up so low,
We will never find the keys
You threw away.
Yet you always say,
"I love you.
Always will, always have.
I will do whatever you want,
Simply ask, and I will do."
Your words stick like glue
I keep you words in mind
knowing I have been blind.
Rianna Quarequio
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Rianna Quarequio  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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