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May 2013
There's not much I can do,
When she's fluttering about,
*Happily...
Every night, I lay on my mattress and try to fathom her warmth. Just a hug is fine. Then thoughts of him trot along and seem to intervene magically, where nothing is wrong; because I'm just sentimental like that.
Why is my living so worthless...
bob
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