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Jan 2018
my love grows but weary

each and every day

and on those days are seconds

and every second i shall pray

as the love we share beckons,

and it hollars,

and it screams.

for attention and devotion

and everything but bitterness, it seems.
Lavendar My Love
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   Ricki and APoetisOnly
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