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Jan 2013
I
do
know
what it
means to
feel deeply;
never you mind
my abundant air.
Never take me for a
capricious vesper without
cares, worries, or empathy,
and know that heart with which I
am most reckless as my own heart.
For the sake of love I swallow poison
and bury what I will not let myself feel,
because it would break you into bits.
Can't you see me crying silently?
Can't you see that every laugh,
every smile, carries a lone
teardrop?...
Misadventures of Crow
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Misadventures of Crow  40/Gresham
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