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Nov 2019
Mend Me
Her soft lips
Pressed against
My cold ones
As darkness
Was consumed
By light
And I felt
My broken soul
Start to mend
Not fully,
But it’s
Started to
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unnamed  Alagaësia
(Alagaësia)   
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   ---, atticus wilson, --- and ---
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