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Aug 2018
There isn't a bit of me that doesn't carry you
Like a glistening balloon, when the skies stand sullen
Your name, but a whisper no one will hear
A secret that soft escapes my lips when all else is silent
(9/16/13)
Written by
Robert
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   Iska and Renee Danes
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