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Sep 2019
You'd ask me over again,
If it's okay to not want;
to not ask for more.

I would in turn answer again—
and over again:

"Despite the distances walked,
and sparing moments borrowed,

I don't—
I wouldn't mind,"


because to love is to give,
and that is all I know.
I wish I could do better. I really do.
Sorcier d'argent
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Sorcier d'argent  27/M/Berlin
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