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Nov 2013
your lips of white,for a soft moment ,touched mine of black,than getting up to depart,sent a tender gase my way through the window,as this thoughtful heart amid the crowd,silently yearned for us to touch and hold,much longer again.
Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
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