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Mar 2014
That place, where we first met?
Meet me there.
Let experience those old feelings once again.

I remember the smile.
The one that beamed across the room my way.
I remember those bright shiny lovely eyes.
That had me hypnotized upon you.

Meet me there.
At that place, we came to know one another.
And slowly became lovers.

That day.
Write it down once more.
And you'll be forevermore appreciative of it.
As I am.

Some don't celebrate the meeting time.
They accept it, as a regular time.
But for us, least for me.
It's special to the end.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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