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I don't think she was capable of love. Just fits of lust; I was worshipped like the moon and forgotten on a cloudy night. Some might question the appeal, or lack the fortitude for being discarded But not every man can claim being a moon god.
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
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I don't think she was capable of love. Just fits of lust; I was worshipped like the moon and forgotten on a cloudy night. Some might question the appeal, or lack the fortitude for being discarded But not every man can claim being a moon god.
jessiah
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
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