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Apr 2019
Thou hast occupied my soul, love
Where my thoughts did pine
Thou was all to me, love
And all I loved, was mine.
Thy beauty is to me
A delicate garden
And a shrine.
The blooms which did bloom
In the early days of June
Thro childhood hour
Had my days and all nights
Have been trances
As life so hums its somber tune
Love be the forbidden dance
Hank Love
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Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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