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Apr 2011
What we need
is impossible to achieve;
What we feel, is not the same
As what we once felt
Our love has turned to nothing more
than heartless boughts of heated intimacy
Achieved without an ounce of passion;
We're run dry, yet we can't let go
So we cling on;
Ray
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Ray  26/F/Canada
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