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Jan 2017
I left before I go
Would it scar?
By these hands
By our ****
Or by the feast?

Soon enough, we will bare
The secret we cannot share
A trance that seamlessly occurring
For sour taste of love will creep in.

Remember its heat
A raging awful beast
Did it passed by your sight?
Perhaps gleaned by this delight?
Astre Wynd
Written by
Astre Wynd
   Joseph Schneider
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