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To my future wife, WE are a package that’s not promised by the pinky,       but the ring finger If God’s index finger, can keep us alive that long       as we thumb across             ALL the middle fingers Satan has in store for us EXPECT broken nails, EXPECT deep cuts But know when OUR palms touch,       it takes us getting OUR hands *****             to build the relationship
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
Take My Hand
To my future wife, WE are a package that’s not promised by the pinky,       but the ring finger If God’s index finger, can keep us alive that long       as we thumb across             ALL the middle fingers Satan has in store for us EXPECT broken nails, EXPECT deep cuts But know when OUR palms touch,       it takes us getting OUR hands *****             to build the relationship
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20/M/Houston, TX
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
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