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My love never would have worked You are a citizen of a thriving city; I wander ancient ruins, a lost historian. My love never would have worked You are a doorway to divine light; I am the serpent cast out to be burned. My love never would have worked You are the dream of an innocent child; I am a corrupt soul’s final breath on earth. I wish my love could have worked You were the journey, and I was the road; We smiled together while travelers passed.
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
Unworthy
My love never would have worked You are a citizen of a thriving city; I wander ancient ruins, a lost historian. My love never would have worked You are a doorway to divine light; I am the serpent cast out to be burned. My love never would have worked You are the dream of an innocent child; I am a corrupt soul’s final breath on earth. I wish my love could have worked You were the journey, and I was the road; We smiled together while travelers passed.
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
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