m.s.early
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she walked in like ghost mistA Poem by m.s.early |
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the moment of our last touchA Poem by m.s.early |
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i cannot love you here anymoreA Poem by m.s.early |
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my thoughts are wandering mostlyA Poem by m.s.early |
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victor talking machineA Poem by m.s.early |
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reach for you and find you thereA Poem by m.s.early |
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