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Aug 31
As I sit here thinking drowning in my thoughts and tears basking in the pale calming moonlight memories come rushing back of her and all I can think is that the moon looks beautiful tonight but fails in the heavenly place that is her eyes
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Ghost  24/M/Washington
(24/M/Washington)   
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