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Feb 2014
You are the wind that blows through my ears whispering  I hate you

I am the spirit with in you that drives you mad with
       lust and desire.

You may hate me, but You  will  always love me the way I love you.

So come with me now and we shall undress eachother by  the Fire that is *Our Love.
Francisco Ortiz
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Francisco Ortiz  Long Beach, California
(Long Beach, California)   
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