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Silently, I wade through a dead sea Forgoing the attempts, forlorn- At regaining what I once believed: To be real, to be deceived The gambit run, when Hearts are burning. The faults of our stars, Are that they linger So far away. And the crux of our minds, Their aptitude for replay
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Aug 15, 2023
Aug 15, 2023 at 2:53 PM UTC
She Who Does Not Burn
Silently, I wade through a dead sea Forgoing the attempts, forlorn- At regaining what I once believed: To be real, to be deceived The gambit run, when Hearts are burning. The faults of our stars, Are that they linger So far away. And the crux of our minds, Their aptitude for replay
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Aug 15, 2023
Aug 15, 2023 at 2:53 PM UTC
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