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Mar 2020
What means something. Well let's talk about it. Little talks and long walks, maybe.
Love from so deep in I cant tell where I begin, maybe
Pouring energy into a universe that created me, maybe
Friends, maybe
That time we cried together when the night was long and full of hopelessness, maybe.
the morning sun, love of a puppy so pure. The laugh of a child that has no past. It's that moment when you look into yourself and see what means something is up to me.
Derrick
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Derrick  36/M/California
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