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I love not gently, subtle my heart is not. Aggressive Unwielding a force, but not a storm. [it does not pass] Spring, declining to wither, as winter settles in our bones. Vintage in nature, but too fragile to be traded between hearts & possibility.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
My Heart is Not
I love not gently, subtle my heart is not. Aggressive Unwielding a force, but not a storm. [it does not pass] Spring, declining to wither, as winter settles in our bones. Vintage in nature, but too fragile to be traded between hearts & possibility.
melody-martin
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
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