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Oct 2016
Her
Her.
When i look in her eyes its like im looking into the beautiful dark night.
She completes me.
She has my heart.
I love her.
She don't notice how much she really means to me.
Her name is unmentioned.
She is called unknown.
She is my love.
And her name is tattooed crossed my heart..
She is my one and my only.
She is amazing.
She is unknown.
She is the sum that shines down she is the whisper in the wind.
She is my breath and my protection.
Desiree Jackson
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Desiree Jackson  Burlington Iowa
(Burlington Iowa)   
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