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Jul 2014
Flickering moments spent in your presence are not enough
They are wine  and food for my soul
And I find myself greedy for more as time silently ticks by
When all others would attack me with dagger and scorning tongues
I find that your love serves as my first line of defense
So could I ever be cold in the shelter of your arms
When its a tender fire inside that warms me so?
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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