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Dec 2012
It's getting dark.
It's getting cold.
I might not love you,
but that doesn't mean feelings can't unfold.

You hold me,
close to your heart.
I wait for your call,
I feel as if I will never part from your arms.

Strange how he's,
no longer apart of me.
You took his place,
faster than the speed my heart does race.
Anamarie
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Anamarie
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   ---, Shannon and Victoria Jennings
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