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Mar 2014
I can speak in my inner mind.
Thinking all the time.
Be as  free and  alone silence peace.
A place wear i lay grounded and  divine.
Poor sacred soul.
Waiting time is my friend.
I laugh with nothing to lose now.
Sweet taste of sin.
Dianne Guerrero
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Dianne Guerrero  San Diego Ca
(San Diego Ca)   
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