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Feb 2015
I, Amor, ask this simple thing to you.
Credi potest in malum, dilectissimi vobis?
My eyes glow black..
My heart has rotted..
My eyes are black..
My tongue is strange..
Why?...
Why did you leave...?
*Venturum me ..... Amor...
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