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The Line It began when all is hope for lost The sight of love and not lust Grown beneath the collar of our hearts A never ending surge of beat and scars And now as we depart from the echos of love I dare find to reminisce the comparable dove Of what once was unsurpassed happiness To what it might become remoteness Sayonara akin Acacia as I say But every night after prayers I lay It would never be the same without you For everything I am, you are still mybu It is never my intent to discontent the imminent... |
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I maybe connecting letters like lego But definitely not like Im letting go For words are merely vessel of emotions That holds the heart in contention Thank you for your piece Grateful to say the least It is never my intent to discontent the imminent...
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