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Dec 2018
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies
It kills a man to say good bye and kiss his love just to turn and cry
The fever when it burns inside it teaches me that she was worth more than dying
I healed a many night's from the love light that shined within her eyes

I long for the mornings when I felt her loving fingers on my skin
She cleaned my soul and helped me just how to remember who I am
I knew her love would leave me but cause I know all good things come to an end
Loving her was easier than anything I'll ever do again
John Yuri Yasmirakov
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John Yuri Yasmirakov  122/M/Everywhere but nowhere
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