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Mar 2016
Forget me not, O lovely one, until your last setting sun, that wavers in comparison to your marvelous eyes and crumbles forth as I am paralyzed, by your beauty, strength and your power of will, I'll love your caring heart until the day it stills.
old poem about written for first love
Bailey
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Bailey  21/Gender Nonconforming
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