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Apr 2013
as she fell...
First
to pieces,
then to dust,
He captured her with words;
Of gold, freed
with silver tongue,
imbibing
every verb.
To: A dear friend, & the poet of my
(mended) heart strings <3
Tilly
Written by
Tilly
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