Book of Poetry. Page 5.

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Darkest night, in world beyond. Magic charm from magic wand. Tightens chest. Sweetness fond. Tied to you, in lovers bond. I know my sweet heart Needs a cuddle. Arguments, leaves mind in muddle. Turns self esteems to muddy puddle Alone in hovel, knees to chest, You huddle.

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On desert roads through dangers travel. Challenges faced, Pains do addle. Love should smooth not grate like gavel. but lovers bonds Will not unravel. Its not easy to say alive. All these years I payed my tithe. Mistakes are made but on we strive so the love we have just might survive.

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