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Mar 2018
As truthful as truth gets,

we did love each other with the passion

and turmoil of the tempest.

But as truthful as truth gets

we knew one thing:

we don't belong to each other--

we never did.

We were thieves and boy, did we steal.

Our souls conspired to share the penalties of our crime,

and it was all worth it

until judgment came, and we were found guilty.

But as truthful as truth gets,

I regret nothing.
C Luna
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C Luna  29/F/Moon
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