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Feb 2014
She is beautiful.
She has deep, haunting eyes
That pierce into the depths of my being
That perceive the pain I've toiled and striven to bury
In the dark recesses of my inner core.
She understands me because
She, too harbors
Despicable secrets.
For the friend that is always there and knows what you've been through because she has been through it all too.
Daniel Vanatta
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Daniel Vanatta  California
(California)   
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