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Jun 2017
He's sandstone in the desert, I'm the blue sky wrapped tight around him.
I kiss him with raindrops and in return he makes flowers grow.
We are like a lion and a nightingale; nothing alike but our marriage is the truest union.
Written by
Jair Graham
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   Aishu, Aly and NuBlaccSoul
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