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SHARED

When his fingers linked with mine,

When his arms held my vulnerability,

When his beard tickled my soul,

When his cigar smell fragranced my days,

When his sweater became my number one heater,

When his love became my medicine,

His understanding helped trigger the healing process within me,

He shared a smile with me,

That glowed with hope,

And stayed in my eyes.

I would spread the kindness,

And the joy,

To those souls afar detached from their core,

And brighten up alot of lives.

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