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Jan 2013
My soul is my pen, my heart its ink.
I write to you my intuition with the gesture of a wink.
Though I blink and so I write,
our love has progressed without a doubt in sight.
If only we could return to that once intrepid night,
when we sang together with our souls,
the whispers of the night.
Jake Stewart
Written by
Jake Stewart  Dallas, TX
(Dallas, TX)   
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   Karissa Olson
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