Mystic Dawn...
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Hey everybody... this poem really expresses my feelings and all the things that i have experienced when i met a very special friend. He's everything that i ever imagined friendship to be. So it would be a great deal if you give some of your precious time to make this all worth. Now lemme just stop my babbling..hope this poem will depict whatever's left of expressing :)
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