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Jan 2021
When I look into his
I see my own.

Parallel, they will meet
sooner than my heart can take.

Heart of gold he wears upon
his dirt stained sleeves.

Sharp as a tack; wit for days with
a bit too much honesty

With each inch that you grow my love; it explodes
But, could you slow down a little, please?
Written by
Amanda Simard  33/F/Canada
(33/F/Canada)   
55
   earthchild
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