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Apr 22
The Sun could never replace
The warmth you've left on my lips.
Although the night comes,
I need nothing else.
My lips patiently wait
In hoping that there is a tomorrow.
So the Sun can see once more,
The warmth you've left on my lips
Kewayne Wadley
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Kewayne Wadley  30/M/memphis tn
(30/M/memphis tn)   
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