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Jul 2018
It will never be complete,
Such as love can't compete with Eve,
Leave her King under white wings,
And leave her dreams tear apart the seaming,
Winter's leaving and in my spirit I feel her deceiving,
Mark my sweetest with joyful feelings,
And be a witchess on the beaches,
Cascading bridges underneath my bleeding.
Written by
RBWhite  24/F/Venezuela
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