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Sep 2015
Joy could be,
Nothing but lies,
As could love.

But I could not care less,
These lies are kind.

Such a blessing,
Radiant friendship,
An understanding,
Gilded with laughter,
Warm smiles,
And a subtle sense of:
*I am home
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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