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Mar 2014
Sing with me,
As we dance with glee.
Beyond the ferals sight.

All I ask,
Is that you end this life.
Feeling remorse and denial.

My love your heart may be pure,
But thy actions are strange.
Why art thou cold this day?

Dance with me,
For the words of love shall warm you,
May light guide thee.
To thy hundreth!
#100th poem!!! :DD
Red Bergan
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Red Bergan  24/F/Anderson, SC USA
(24/F/Anderson, SC USA)   
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