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      You offer me sun 
 without any rain like a blanket comfort from pain within the eye of storm and gave me a rose petals scented, sweet and torn picked off from above the thorns I saw no blood on either hand I saw only the gentleness and roughness in your eyes 11/17/08 | |
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      thank you   | |
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