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Jul 2013
Every time I wrote of you, it drained my pool,
My pens are dry, But my hand keeps moving,
It’s strange seeing you laughing, smiling, living,
Brings me so much joy I forget to breathe, speak or walk,
I am stricken by your beauty.

-May 34th 2013. (June 3rd)
Marshall CB Hiatt
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Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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