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Apr 2014
It's not his love that was in
question, it was her own.

It became clear to her while
sitting on the edge of her bed.

She watched him in his sleep
and a tear fell from her cheek...

She no longer questioned herself.

~Y. Butterfly ฮตั—ะท ยฉ
Yhama ButterFly
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Yhama ButterFly  Atlanta
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