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May 2014
everyday he taunts me with those strong hands, waiting for another to hold close. everyday he taunts me with those chocolate brown eyes, waiting for a twinkling gaze to match his own. everyday he taunts me with that beautiful brown hair, waiting for small fingers to twirl and ruffle.*

d.l.b.
Diana Bloom
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Diana Bloom  Fredericksburg, VA
(Fredericksburg, VA)   
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