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Apr 2016
We were perfect
On paper
We were meant to be
It was written as fate

But the lines
They disgraced me
The pages
Made me bleed

It was fated, that's true
But fated to end
Fated to destroy me
Fated to be my death

On paper
You were perfect
My love, my only
My saving grace

On paper
But on paper
Is fiction
And *******
David
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David  Canada
(Canada)   
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