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Jan 1
Clear vision
He doesn’t exist
Who I think you be
And though I know that
It is irrelevant to me
I see what I see
Inside your eyes
Infinite possibilities
A gentle soul
Looking for me
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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