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May 2015
Love;
Is not determined by
The damage that has been done to our hearts.
But by the strength it has given our
Souls...
Love;
Is not a fleeting moment
That is forgotten come sunrise.
It is the precious ever lasting moment..
That you carry with you till death.
Love;
What a strange and tiring thing
But oh what endless joy it brings...
William Keech
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William Keech
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