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Jan 2016
My senses reach out to embrace your spirit
But not with lust nor defilement
What a joy to know love born of no ill intent, that has slain pride of self
Enjoys the transparent happiness of giving to the person in need
With only the highest regard, taking a chance doesn't mean
That you have to fall
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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   Samuel Hesed
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