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Jan 2015
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder but I find it makes mine turn dark and wander in to the realm of the wicked and weird.
I found you beautiful before you crawled away. I found you elusive after that day. I'd even say it's evasive. You left without a sound while i continue to talk and regret every single syllable.
M Valdemar
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M Valdemar
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   Eric Ian Huffman
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