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She handpicked the hearts as fruit And  never said whom she would choose But  torn they were from their vines Oblivious to their use In making finest timeless wine And only history would know This taste that would endure the flow Of time, of memory, and mortal minds, One destiny, herself, designed
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
Destiny
She handpicked the hearts as fruit And  never said whom she would choose But  torn they were from their vines Oblivious to their use In making finest timeless wine And only history would know This taste that would endure the flow Of time, of memory, and mortal minds, One destiny, herself, designed
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
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