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Oct 2014
We love each other differently
But that's not a bad thing.

We stay up late
Reaffirming our affections.
We go to sleep
And dream of a future where we aren't sectioned off by the sea in between.

This night and all those that follow
I'll grow to love you more and more.
I'm sorry this poem isn't eloquent. I'm tired. **
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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   r, Pax, ---, Md HUDA and Erenn
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