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Jun 21
Seeing Simple Sacred Scenes,

and then staring at those

Special someones

Silently and Solemnly-

I hold tightly onto that sight.




*That vision of those three old friends,

at the end of that ally,

Waiting. In the soft June rain

Waiting-

just waiting for me to reach them.

Waiting-
for their friend.
Genuine friendship is warmer than gold- when we were young and now that we're old
Heavy Hearted
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Heavy Hearted  23/M/Toronto
(23/M/Toronto)   
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