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Dec 2012
She stands before me
proud and free.
Like an alluring whisper
from a painful memory.
She steals my smile
my grace my bliss.
She stole them away with that final kiss.
She brings me happiness
she is entwined in my fate.
She stands before me
but my love must wait.
Written by
Riley Vance  America
(America)   
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