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Apr 2019
Never did I.
Imagain that I
Could love like I
For someone
So young was I
Waiting was I
A cry brought smiles.
Tears to my eyes.
Bottle with you
We both fell asleep
Druel on my shoulder
Memories I keep
Waking up
In that chair
In my arms forever
I still picture us there.
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     Kiz, Hannah Rose and Fawn
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