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Jun 2012
Oh, sweet lover,
How I adore you,
Yet how I dread you.

The lose of you,
Would be my death,
I need you more than life.

We dance around,
The dance of life,
You warn and I ignore.

But sometimes dear,
I heed your call,
And that is why I live.
Bethany Lorekeeper Davis
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   Elaine Brattin
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