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Jul 2020
I would like to think the glasses
Came from her vibration

Cam Cam found them for me
He is my elevation

I have now let go
No letters, calls, or wishes

Fantasies forever
But I just do the dishes

Episcopalian Church
Celtic Cross,  Amherst Vespers

I'm often silent in my search
Her hair still my mind Mesmers!
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  56/M/Elsewhere
(56/M/Elsewhere)   
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