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Aug 2018
A lonesome traveler notices
the break in the sky,
The tear form in the eye.
The dance of joy flutter
Between two lovers
Many travels have taken place
Yet none was more beautiful than her face
He kept her close
in a pocket book
One look
To find home
Saddness creeps
His arms felt weak
Chin held high
He whispered
True love never dies...
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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