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May 2014
As I sit and stare
distraught with despair
Of choices made, and life's game that's not played fair...
As I drift away in thought
as if carried by air
I think of you my love
A thought not rare
The smell of fresh violet throughout the air...
That lit up my flame that shot off like  flares..
Ode to your magnificent glow
From head to toe
I send a kiss
To your sensual lips
From my heart to ur soul
Written by
scott cook  between lost and found
(between lost and found)   
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