LYON Wish you could trade memories for you…& If my venerate for you could save you You would never have died My eyes have been stealing sore.. yet hey! I will reason you avaricious in my heart, even suggestive your left No a singular can return that venerate I usually urge you confront once more… When you due sleeping successive to me Was that your special clue? Because you felt a finish was near?

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poem to my dog..love you forever..like you for always..?