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Exchange of Hearts

Not a dress, but a home filled with love.

Keep those vows too, and just continue to show me your love.

A reception? How about repetition of the night before? Where you left me spent and still wanting more?

Instead of videos of us speaking about our love – I would rather with just keep living it.

I prefer more moments with you that can not always be seen by others.

Stories that only we will know. Told through faint physical scars and secret smiles.

Nothing too expense or over the top.

The only thing that I dare ask for, is your heart.

Since I have already given you mine from the very start.


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Music has always been a part of me. No matter how many times I would try to pursue a career in something else I would find myself coming right back to it. So now I am done with running scared. I was all in on this journey. And I'm so glad that I saw it through, because it lead me to something that I love. Something that I didn't think was possible - the ability to become a self published author. For years I have written poems, my thoughts, short stories, and songs. Really it was just therapy to me, but now I want to see where else it can take me too. So I'm learning the social media ropes thanks to all these social media outlets. Also working up my nerve to face the networking scene for the artists and musicians in my hometown too. All with the hopes of connect with others who love music as much as I do. And to make some coin by music and write freelancing. Let's see what happens, shall we?

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