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blown

to
know
each breath
that creates
such covetous bliss 
that’s my joy, my private treasure

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  1. If you don't mind, I'd like to print this out...no, hand write it out and pin it to the back of the door to my bedroom closet. It's safe there, and I would know it every day.

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