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Aug 2012
It's darkest just before the dawn
but darling, you've been far too long from
these arms now that, left to one, grow
tired and fall limp like rags to sleep

come home and we'll make known
all the ways we both have grown
or just ring my phone, and
let me know you're there
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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