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Feb 2015
A feeling from a crevice that you didn't know existed, the seed i planted resonated grew and then up lifted. It hungered so i watered it, quenched its thirst for food. You were the blazing sun that gave it light. I am soothed by your sight. Your love for me was crude, i exude no more fight. For the loss of your love meant the loss of my might...Sike^.^
Mark The Vagabond
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