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My Dear, it is incredulously Important that I am willingly Rendering this letter innocently, To you, who holds my heart. It started in the Fall, For now seven years in all, Even when the wind will loll, I remember we are apart. I used to sleep...and dream of you, Now the nights are absent, all untrue, The rends of tomorrow that hold no glue, The engine is withholding. Cohesive and all but branding, I was ever so understanding, Honesty was our safest landing, From a leap so foreboding. An empty nest, an abode so cold, Just a house now, no one is home. And endless bound where Nothing roams, I am all that is longing.
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
My Dear.
My Dear, it is incredulously Important that I am willingly Rendering this letter innocently, To you, who holds my heart. It started in the Fall, For now seven years in all, Even when the wind will loll, I remember we are apart. I used to sleep...and dream of you, Now the nights are absent, all untrue, The rends of tomorrow that hold no glue, The engine is withholding. Cohesive and all but branding, I was ever so understanding, Honesty was our safest landing, From a leap so foreboding. An empty nest, an abode so cold, Just a house now, no one is home. And endless bound where Nothing roams, I am all that is longing.
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
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