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Jun 2015
oh onerous one,
I'll love till my last
Breath, a breaking bluster,
That will corrode my insides.
I shall not worry,
About these organs.

All that remains is an empty
ship, sailing seven seas.

An unconditional love with the deep blue,

To forget about my love for
Thee.
erin walts
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erin walts  22/F/texas
(22/F/texas)   
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