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May 2020
Realizing my time is short but my love is deeply engaged, in owning only sadness will be made.
The eternal struggle, my love was real, to her it was fun, a folly not to keep and feel.
When I am not present draw her near, I've come to the conclusion of my time here.
Written by
Michael A Duff  49/M/Tx
(49/M/Tx)   
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   Sparrow, MS Anjaan and Lanech
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