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Apr 2013
I
want to be her man.
I want to hold her in my hand.
I want her heart to lend itself to me.
I want her eyes to look past all the others and fix right on me.
I want her to want me.
I want to grow old with you girl.
I want to count the wrinkles on your face in thirty years.
I want you to be my last memory.
The nonconformist
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The nonconformist  M/Indiana
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