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Jan 2019
Oh how I intend to love
so sweetly and true.

Yet, I struggle to give
to anyone but you.

For all I observe and scrawl
in these pages
are but momentary actions fueled by a lost
and lonely heart.

My wish, my intent
is to continue
to give to you.

Though the ways
they may change

Ne'er shall you be
without.
William Allen
Written by
William Allen  28/M/Phoenix,AZ
(28/M/Phoenix,AZ)   
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