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Fumbling through his pockets Sore fingers grasping wildly He procures his kerchief Dabs the edges, pats them dry And the wind blows softly Ruffles her strong hair Tossed waves of auburn Gentle to see Sun-lit skin, gilded bold Broken never, smoothness Fashioned hands, slender fingers Burgundy eyes, deep and deeper And the old form sat ragged Tears spilling onto yellowed photos "I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon, My young, young love."
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
The Pointes Apt. 1C
Fumbling through his pockets Sore fingers grasping wildly He procures his kerchief Dabs the edges, pats them dry And the wind blows softly Ruffles her strong hair Tossed waves of auburn Gentle to see Sun-lit skin, gilded bold Broken never, smoothness Fashioned hands, slender fingers Burgundy eyes, deep and deeper And the old form sat ragged Tears spilling onto yellowed photos "I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon, My young, young love."
daniel-arocho
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
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