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Feb 2018
You don’t have to call me home, my love
Just call me, my dear
For it has been too long, too long
And your voice I long to hear

For days have gone like sands in wind
And autumn’s end shook the leaves
Your lips I can see so vividly
But not a word they’ve breathed
Nik Bland
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Nik Bland  30/M/Port Charlotte, FL
(30/M/Port Charlotte, FL)   
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