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Mar 2016
I slipped on the ***** of mistaken disorders
Whispered my love in the palm of her hand
Watched as she waved from the ship born to meet her
Standing alone in a cavern of sand
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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