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Aug 2012
Surrounded by candles, I write,
"I love..." these candles so unilluminant
give off little light, but bunched together,
they light up the night. Looking behind me
and my past, I see a long, twisted, and gnarled
road of life I have lived, branches everywhere.
Mostly all dead ends because I lost
what was most important om them.
But a new one has opened for me:
A path that leads to a beautiful, funny, smart,
talented girl named...
I can't say it.
You'd laugh, cause you know her.
And I love her...
Written by
Branden Pohlmann
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