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Jul 2023
My eyes see it.
My heart feels it.
My hands know it.

Love is within you for me to various degrees.

If these three things don't accept it?
Then I am a lost hope to love.
You my dear, is strictly wonderful.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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