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Jan 2018
I sculptured my love,
Within your inner skin and soul,
As I submerge myself within you,  
Engrossed in your Passion,


And every word I created,
Is about how I wanted us to be,
I only wanted to give you happiness
Given that it seems it was only sadness,

At times I only brought cataclysm,
As you As you tried to end my pain,
And defer me to happiness,
You were trying to acquiesce,

With your imbibe amounts of love,
You restored me from that illness,
And your love was my placebo,
To my endless NIGHTMARE of FEAR”
Andrew Guzaldo c
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Andrew Guzaldo c  59/M/Las Vegas
(59/M/Las Vegas)   
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