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Sep 2013
Your love is the warmth that  surrounds me, in the crowd of many, your searching eyes found me.  Those arms are the gates that open wide to take my life. Saying silently here is where you belong. Welcome home.
Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
(Philadelphia pa19144)   
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