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Sep 2018
Pretty flowers.
A silver ring.
Lovely words sang for all to hear.

They do not matter without you.
All I ever wanted was morning.
All it took was a thumbs caress.

I can reach out and touch the pretty flowers you sent
but they do not touch me back.
Tessa Marie Freeman
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Tessa Marie Freeman  41/F/No where
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