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Aug 2014
To every woman I've ever loved:
the pleasure has been mine,
to see you at your most beautiful;
like when I made you cry.

Because loving me wasn't enough
to convince me otherwise,
that your commitment wasn't a bluff;
so I had to scar you inside.
Am I ill?
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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