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And here we are again, my love, under one more bullock cart night, devoid  of care, ageless in joy. Clingy as sand are the actions of past. Forgive, my love, forget as well, devoid of care, ageless in joy. For long had I raged and hated the tide that took you far adrift. But now, my love, I know by heart it was leading you to me swift. The man you called, “My love,” my love, was not better a man than me. He crushed your soul beneath his thumb, and noosed the husk with glee. So here I stand, a gun in hand, tall at your grave, my love. Crows caw in nest when owls destroy, devoid of care, ageless in joy.
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
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And here we are again, my love, under one more bullock cart night, devoid  of care, ageless in joy. Clingy as sand are the actions of past. Forgive, my love, forget as well, devoid of care, ageless in joy. For long had I raged and hated the tide that took you far adrift. But now, my love, I know by heart it was leading you to me swift. The man you called, “My love,” my love, was not better a man than me. He crushed your soul beneath his thumb, and noosed the husk with glee. So here I stand, a gun in hand, tall at your grave, my love. Crows caw in nest when owls destroy, devoid of care, ageless in joy.
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#love#death#loss#macabre#psychological
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
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