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by D. Lloyd Apr 29, 2016 category : Life, society / inspirational
Five years you have known me. We met by chance. A single week were together. Lost at sea with our time at the essence. We had no cares. All we had was fun. I didn't carry a gun and you were young. We saw those places and all the faces. Went through the storm but kept our hearts warm. We went our separate ways. Our paths started to combine, even after all this time.
by D. Lloyd