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Apr 2018
The times I miss you the most,
Immensely.
I rid myself quickly by remembering how you made me feel,
Intensely.
Despite my will for you and I,
You often made my heart run dry.
I've gone from darkness,
To light.
Desperate,
To flight.
Rickie Louis
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Rickie Louis  38/M/Milkyway
(38/M/Milkyway)   
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