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Mar 2019
There, an vivid effigy on my mind,
your lusterous eyes were on me.
Brightness to my pitch-black existance,
sweet remedy for one broken soul.

Together, facing the tides of time,
our unfathomable contingence.
Caressed old wounds yet beat my heart,
all but the smallest fraction of you and I.
True love exists, it’s just broken.
Sam the lynx
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Sam the lynx  31/Cold, cold place.
(31/Cold, cold place.)   
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