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May 2017
So you go, I will stay to wait, until I die.
Then you'll be back, you will, to carry me to my bed,
'til we are together soon, watching an empty white room.
Thinking of what had been.
Why we still haven't won the battle of your sins.
Written in Feb. 2013
Fran
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Fran  27/F/Germany
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