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I think about you, In the back of my mind, your in my hear, all of the time. My hand writes this note, gripping the pen, i read what I wrote, then start again. What could sufice, for a boy of your stature? Compared to you, nothing else matters. When you hold me close, my heart skips a beat, being with you, is the worlds best treat. Holding your hand, or goofing around, either way, no greater love can be found.
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