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Oct 2015
It was an enduring love; yours was ephemeral
Not once did I want to put it in a halt
The time I give in, I'd melt all at once
When in dire strait, I'd put the self on trance
For of why do I love
And inflict myself its own pain;
Never did I ask, never did have,
For greater is everything than all that.
Ianna Gayle
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Ianna Gayle
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