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Jul 2012
Come, take my breath one last time

Whose kiss in eager presentation fits

And possibilities linger on my lips

Disguised as gullible identities

Who seem more real and equally matched

With whom they are contrasted

Producing tantalizing prospects of riches

That can never be retained
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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Edgar Whitman Wilde
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   victoria
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