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Feb 2016
I remember when you told me things would be different. As The prints of your palms would be on my neck. I remember when you told me that you loved me, when you did it. When those nights seem so long, so careless. As the banging on the window became louder, because the sound of a ball being hit against it, those not knowing it wasn't a ball, but rather my head. You told me that you loved me, so it was love too me. Not knowing I was visiting, the pathway to heaven sooner than I realized. Until it was too late.
Marie Love
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Marie Love  Ocean State
(Ocean State)   
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