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JOURNAL #11

I miss my brawny, sandy haired man

with his unstrained blue stare

even while the essence of his sweet and

surprising love keeps me in a state of

constant soulful self aware

there is a high court for even Christmas

in his festively virtuous lover's care

oh how badly one wishes to only please

the one who can not quite yet be here

more simply put

I miss you lover more than any words could

ever truly try to express my desire for you

my darling dearest dear..............

(Dec. 15, 1993 pm)




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