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Jan 2014
You glide on in
and save my life.
I was so all alone
standing on
the edge of a knife.

I feel so small
on this weary night.
I miss you
gone all the time,
slaving your way
to the end of your day.

Don't be offended,
everyone wants
their soul mended.
Truth be told, it's not
everyone who can be so bold.

Oh I so love you,
and that we have befriended
our vary essences.
The magnificence of our purity.
You know it, love really does set us free.
Irving MacPherson
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