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This heart of mine is a wanderer nomad and now it is on the loose. It became wroth and restless for the mind is bowed down; the shameful armistice is now signed. Because it is still aware that if it gave upon on you, if it ceased to love, it would cease to beat eternally.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
Armistice
This heart of mine is a wanderer nomad and now it is on the loose. It became wroth and restless for the mind is bowed down; the shameful armistice is now signed. Because it is still aware that if it gave upon on you, if it ceased to love, it would cease to beat eternally.
diana-bosa-engler
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
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