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Jan 2017
when i close my eyes, it's your face i always see,
and in your arms is where i'd rather be.
i long for your kiss,
and looking at your eyes is a bliss.
how come it is you that i miss
when there is nothing else to reminisce?
kate
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   ryn and Doug Potter
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