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Sep 2020
I got engaged while married
Her world fell to the floor

Turmoil and the tenor
Her hand adorned the door

He patiently hoped
Shed run for her life

Instead she stood still
This one would be evermore

Smoking her air and drinking her inspire
She was filled with the holiest of fire

Couple times tempted
one for the core

This time she would slow down
and clean up her floor

As the house became clean
oh how he shown

It was when they both fled
it would be
Happily
Evermore <3
Michelle A Ford
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Michelle A Ford  45/F/Upstate New York
(45/F/Upstate New York)   
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