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Jul 2017
I hear her
In the way the wind rustles through the trees
In the noise of the sea rushing to the shore

I see her
In the blue of the sky I find her eyes
In all the beauty of the trees and forests

I feel her
In the warmth of this drink I consume
In the emptiness that consumes me

I love her
With every fiber of my soul
With all I have to give

I love her.
Christopher
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Christopher  20/M/Utah
(20/M/Utah)   
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