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My love

She first and last my thoughts of memory, puzzling my sight of write in a poet's swift tale of recite My melody another flow, as her fidgets digits the rhyme scheme of every heartbeat of mine She's not of a tale, yet her tangible is aloof my abodes ...and with her am ready to mingle!

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