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May 2019
These canyons between us were carved with the river of my ego and the streams of your lies. The oceans between us were made by the countless number of tears I cried bitterly for you. For our love was a disaster, but how could we of known?
Written by
Ava Courtney
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     Fecundeity and Ignatius Hosiana
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