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Sep 2018
She smiles every chance she gets Chances are slim nowadays She believed in love and held all close Until she was hurt, now love is nothing more but a distant memory, if I could hold her dear, tightly grasp to keep near, I want to let her know, that faith is not lost, that she can smile again. I'm lost in her eyes while I'm searching for her heart. She is hope.
Vincent Armenia
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Vincent Armenia  27/North Babylon
(27/North Babylon)   
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