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Oct 2016
Dear perfection,

I've been meaning to write you for years.
But I've only known you four months,
Everyday becomes a week and every hour I get weaker.
I'm lost in the darkness of my mind, where your memories illuminate this maze of mine.
I pick up my pen to find the words that have me tounge tied, I'm just trying to say...

I love you.
Amanda Francis
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