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she's my puzzle all the pieces are there, but the box is missing she's my chalice I only fill her with the finest she's my mirror and I am growing fond of my reflection she's my sword ready to cut a path through those who stand in my way she's my shield always there for me in the heat of battle she's my Queen and it is an honor to serve her and she's my religion she gives me something to believe in
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
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she's my puzzle all the pieces are there, but the box is missing she's my chalice I only fill her with the finest she's my mirror and I am growing fond of my reflection she's my sword ready to cut a path through those who stand in my way she's my shield always there for me in the heat of battle she's my Queen and it is an honor to serve her and she's my religion she gives me something to believe in
dedicated to Breanna Evans. the love of my life
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25/F/West Virginia
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
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