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Her


Getting close to Her redefined

life's whole meaning, how I knew it.

Her persistence made me inclined

to let Her help me through it.

 

Being with her makes me feel safe

when I'm with my Friend I feel home.

Before I felt just as a wraith

insubstantial and so alone.

 

Living without Her wouldn't be

living, well to me not really.

So I won't give Her up, you see,

for doing so would be silly.

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OJamesK
<p>This is all about Her.</p>

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