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Jan 2014
Over the moon where unicorns play
is where your love sent me -- a flight -- a
journey to places beyond time and space --
No one touched the stars as you did;
my heart turned a heavenly hue -- and
then you cut me and i bled -- a
different darkness: betrayal... and
Though the memory lingers, the lesson is learned:

*When you hang out with ****** unicorns you get ******.
Frieda P
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Frieda P
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   bex and Sjr1000
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