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May 2012
What are we, what are these shells that store emotions.
If I to look upon thee with soft touch, you art to never seek another my heart will be crushed.
Doth never love thee, doth never will,
though you love another, god be with you my lover.
Kay Downes
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   Ahmad Cox
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