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Jan 2016
Only a sound,
Even just a bit of her voice,
I am assured she is there.
I don't why?
But the way talks,
The way she walks is all I need.
I may have known her,
Even with my primal instinct,
I could feel her presence.
Maybe I'm into her,
That she won't acknowledge,
But I really love her.
Niel John Ortizo
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