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Apr 2017
He left and with an empty box
His promise in my hand

An alcamy of token love
A ring to temper chance

Fleet of thought
I thought to fight
My resolute of past
Shed of me my thought Of this

The yearning endlessy

So forged of will the burning trust
The trivial is gone
And time once spent,
IsΒ Β made undone
To render my heart free.
Written by
Krison  35/M/Us
(35/M/Us)   
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