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Jan 2013
Oh! That precious soul its weight in gold pulled in the darkness deep,
with my mind and belief lost to the sea, dear one.
The paradox that it would never be,
broke it all to pieces.
You reached out and grabbed my calf, from another plane,
a jig saw puzzle perfect with shame.
And of course, tears salt the seas stumbling on ***** knees,
We are one.
wandabitch
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wandabitch  Promethea
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