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May 2014
You pass (me) and time doesn't pass (at all).
Honey, I appreciate the rose bush you planted
in the pit of my stomach. The blooms are darling.
But it makes it painful to breathe
when you pass, as you always do.
***** ya know
Grace
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   ---, ---, NuurSeraph and G H Goodland
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