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Aug 2014
O' love my charity,
you walked into the cortex of my of my landscape.
Seeking shelter from the wind you found the bed of roses
I had spread out for you.
I had to blink twice as I watched you dance perfectly
in rhythm with the wind of this beautiful, unexpected change.
Taking hold of this moment and of this kiss.
Destiny to be for you and for me...
O' love my sweet, sweet charity.
David StHilaire
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David StHilaire  EverywherE
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