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Jan 2014
I see the way you admire her.
Looking into her eyes while you're staring at mine.
It slowly but heartily overcomes me at day. At night is when it is at its worse.
Do I not fit what you are seeking for?
I ask nothing more.
It is her who you adore.
belle
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belle  Kentucky
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   Faith
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