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A Triangle Is the place Where two lines meet, Dreaming more than I sleep, The death of love is a beautiful thing, Hiding mistakes I will never make again, We are just old lovers living new days now, I don't know much but I know two things My passion may be impure, But my love is clean. ~LC~
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Triangles
A Triangle Is the place Where two lines meet, Dreaming more than I sleep, The death of love is a beautiful thing, Hiding mistakes I will never make again, We are just old lovers living new days now, I don't know much but I know two things My passion may be impure, But my love is clean. ~LC~
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
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