Cheyenne Long Poet I do not know?

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For every time you speak my name. 
                                              For every time you say you are to blame.
                   
                     For every tear shed in your name. 
I love you. 
                                  For every time your demons need slain.
            
                For every time you feel pain. 
 
I love you.
                    And in those moments of weakness i find a soul so like my own.
       
      And in those laughs and smiles i find my home. 



For there was never a gift as sinfully sweet as this and never a moment i'd be glad to miss.

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