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By kevin urenda Date: 2001 Sep 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.24.19.19.7386]] |
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In the June of our love she looked at me with questioning frightened eyes that almost seemed to ask whether I would still love her when the blooms have faded come September when the colors of our passion are no longer riotous would the letters of her name spell comfort more than desire? And I could not answer except that her name would always sound like love on my lips 9/2/01 |