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Jan 2020
I will drag your predationΒ Β to mine
to mix it and prepare it as a perfect wine.
I will not leave your line
until I make sure that our gloom is fine.
trust this dust-path and this shrine
of our love that will always mar the sunshine.
Written by
Blackedpoison  27/F
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