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Jan 19
when i saw you
i turned a blind eye
you were talking i listened
my ears anxious, craving sound

i think you have beautiful voice in accordance of your intriguing appearance the day had to be embraced with a hug

holding your hand became a sacred dialect that made sense
McDonald tsiie
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McDonald tsiie  inyourhead
         Fawn, Lily, Fecundeity, Mary Gay Kearns, Elizabeth J and 9 others
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