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Jan 2011
I miss the way you hold me, and when you whisper in my ear.
I miss the way you kiss me, and chase away my fears.
I miss your deep blue eyes, how they gaze into my soul.
I miss seeing you from day to day,
And darling its taking its toll...
Kal Kirk
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Kal Kirk
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