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Oct 2017
Nothing without time, nothing without effort.
Hate without love, doubt without certainty, blindness without fear
Hold your hand and I'll cradle it for us both. Ball a fist and my fingers will explore the craters of your tiny world.
For you I will, and that's the eternal truth.

-MR-
Mike Robbins
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Mike Robbins  26/M/canada
(26/M/canada)   
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