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May 2017
I swear she calls to me
For I can hear
Her every word caressing my soul.

I swear she needs me
Just as much
As I crave to sew her into my heart.

I swear I love her
With every ounce
Of my 'ever wandering soul.

I swear I cannot live
Much longer
Without my sweet Adventure.

-ARI
ARI
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ARI  28/F
(28/F)   
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   Zoë Green and Angelina Ruhama
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