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Jul 2020
Her eyes were never-ending
And her heart the same
She pulled the life out of me
And she brought me back home

The years were bliss
While the world was on fire
She used her strength
To find mine too

We lived to be old
And our hearts were one
And at the very end
I awoke
And

She was never made
Jon
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Jon  39/M/Temecula, CA
(39/M/Temecula, CA)   
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         Imran Islam, Weeping willow, --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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