T Jay stayed last night, he gave me a sweet thing...a poem with dried flowers that says:
:: Writen: In the night the wyld grows, Soon again you'll see your toes. But know a heart is with you now. To kiss your tear and take a bow. I may not be the best. But know I love you as you rest. :: Signed with a fluid fiery writeing of a poet. Ty Jacobs. ::
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