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Nov 2014
My dearest friend. O how I miss you. If you were here now. These lips would want to kiss you. An embrace would be ecstasy. A dream made real. Holding your body. To me. My dearest friend. Please don't let this
Good loving end. I'll be just fine. If what we have. And hold.Stays mine.
My dearest friend. Now that I've tasted the honey's sweetness.Never
Let it end
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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