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Apr 2015
Their love wore out,
It couldn't last forever

Each set free,
But one I couldn't severe

The strings divine,
Entwined to my heart

Lovers remorse
Couldn't set me apart

This one was pure,
Perfectly imperfect

I'd strum the cords,
If only she'd feel it
Aaron Curry
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Aaron Curry  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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