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Jul 2014
You stand there in the distance hiding behind the
large Oak trees. The wind blows ever so softly in the midnight air.
Your dark brown eyes stare at me from afar . I am mesmerized
by his beauty. But He is gone now leaving me with nothing
but a faint memory.
Written by
jacob timothy wilkerson  estacada oregon
(estacada oregon)   
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