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Amid This Night Her, Tender Dove

Twenty-one years young bending her lovely beauty over at Our state hospital within the latreen; golden locks her tender Ivory bliss going deeply into this, her soft sweet, desirous dreams.. Moaning gentle these rivers which flowed ? But I could nay remember Her priceless beauty's name ? Suicidal tendecies and I never knew What her trip was ? I suppose that we could speak unto a psychologist Finding their retro of petro's, theories themes as scenes; yet why do such.... Baby girl, wherever you are ? A kiss to your beautiful lips and hold you, in my arms.

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Date: 10/17/2013 4:15:00 AM
This is very sweet. Can't sleep. Back to read. :) Lucinda
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Date: 10/16/2013 11:09:00 AM
Heart warming. -Patrick Farley IV
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Date: 10/16/2013 10:12:00 AM
wow! Breathtaking.... wow! John, you sure know how to pull in such a sweet image....PD
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Date: 10/16/2013 7:06:00 AM
It seems that this young lady left an impact on your heart.Who knows what passes the mind of a human to think of ending his her life when she had beauty on her hands.Maybe hollowness..Maybe difficult moments.The mind can definitely play tricks but tnks God there are people who can professionaly help in such situations by offering cure and then there are other people who aim to help just by loving the other.Lets pray that beautiful lady in your thought is cured and enjoying life for what it gives
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Date: 10/17/2013 4:19:00 AM
Perhaps the professional is Our Lord God almighty dear Charmain. rofessionals can only do so much. Thereisn't a cure for life itself. Hope you take no offense to my remark here. Have a good morning. Best regards and blessings! Lucinda

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