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Aug 2018
To love you as myself
is the second highest command.
Yet if I do not know my own dark corners,
how can I take your hand?

You frown, you cringe, you grimace,
all reflected in my face.
You suffer in this bitter world.
How can I not take your place?
Arlice W Davenport
Written by
Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)   
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   Benjamin
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