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by Vastoof

Arriving beside her bed, with weeping eyes so red, never will she see him wed, and so much else was left to be said. All that he could do then, is bow down, and kiss her head.

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Vastoof

27 / M

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Written by

Vastoof

27 / M

Published: Apr 5, 2019
Time: 1m

Tags: #death

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