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Dec 2016
Tis no more a question of life and of death,
tis no more a query of "what if" I had left,
tis no more a concern of thy troubled mind;
tis no more a thought. Darling, leave me behind.
xmxrgxncy
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
(21/F/the forest)   
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   Sam and Keith Wilson
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