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Aug 2013
Through the fights,
and the rage,
and the love,
on each page
of our book,
when you give me that look,
the one that says it all,
it proves our passion,
who could resist,
just never give me that very last kiss,
your lips would be mine to forever miss.

What love is worth the time,
if there is no fight?
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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