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Oct 2014
I have so much to say,
But my words are running away.
Chased by the fog cast over my brain,
Love just loves to play this game.
My contentment will be my downfall,
But what is love with out contentment, after all?
Duplicate Virus
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Duplicate Virus  Michigan
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