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May 2016
Her
I miss her in ways she would not fathom,
Yet she isn’t mine to miss…
She holds my attention
From that first stolen kiss…

Her heart is my wish
Her body my desire…
Ill hold her hand always
With a passion and fire…

She isn’t my own
Yet she professes to be…
I’ll woo her with my love
And hope she chooses me…
MrJoker
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