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Mar 2018
To have descried
such lugubrious expression
on your chiseled face;
the moment I said,

"You make my heart race."

That's when I knew;
You weren't for me to take.
Eiza Ivelisse
Written by
Eiza Ivelisse
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     ---, Melancholy of Innocence and Fawn
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