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Mar 2015
Take from my heart
this tender part
that longs to find
in you the same.
Too much to keep,
to hurt to fly,
afraid to play
a losing lovers' game.
And so in stone
it finds a home;
for if it hurts
then I'm the one to blame.
Sometimes you know before you can let go...
Amy H
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Amy H  45/F/United States of Abandon
(45/F/United States of Abandon)   
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