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Jul 2013
His name is on the tip of my tounge
It held an angelic, harmonic sound
as if a bell or two were rung.

His name floats around somewhere in my mind
Ran away when he left for morning
Searched my clouded head but I cannot find

His name. What was his name?
Perhaps its hidden amongest the tangled sheets
I cannot remeber I'm in shame

What was his lovely name?
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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