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Mar 2015
in spite of myself
I turned around then.

And questioned.

All that I thought I knew disappeared.

Leaving only the belief;

In spite of myself, I was still loved.

Indeed, Love, could not help itself.
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nivek
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       ---, Elizabeth Squires, Ξ²Ξ­Ζ¦αΊ™αΈ½ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi, Onoma, Alin and 9 others
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