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Feb 2013
My head moves up and down with your chest,
Every breathe you take, eases me to rest,
You comfort me, when nothing else in the world could,
You treat me in a way I thought no one ever would,
I can ***** something up 99 times in a row,
But you’ll be there for try 100, that I always know.
Peyton Smith
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Peyton Smith  Maine
(Maine)   
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