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all about her


Beauty is everywhere

And yet no beauty matches hers

But even when she's not near

Even distance is not an issue

 

I will still want her

 

Lots of places that I could be

Only her location is where I wanna be.

Voices everywhere, but I can still hear her.

Even silent nights I hear the sounds of my love

 

Yet I miss her all the time, always

On my mind. Hey babe 

Usually I'd end this with a deep long hug

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I am a blank black book. people come and go, leave a mark or continue on, and whenever they do, they either leave a story, or a piece of them for others to read.

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