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Sep 2019
What is love?
Is it purely romantic?
No, nay, nary,
Then why do only lovers say it often?

My hope will remain
But you know that story
And I will love every minure
Of our tale.
Thank you, Claire. I will say it unto the ages of ages. Into infinity. Thank you
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)   
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