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Nov 2017
Do not judge me by my appearances; hard may be soft and happy may be sad. A rich heart may lie under a poor coat and bring you into a joy you could only imagine possible. A chance taken an oppertunity missed, a life lived or one saved for its end. We are where we put ourselves and where we allow ourselves to wonder. I love you alone, with a richness I must have found in a life I was saving
She was mysterious and lovely but dangerous as beautiful poison begging a taste
Written by
Michael A Duff  49/M/Tx
(49/M/Tx)   
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   Glassmuncher
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