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Apr 2020
Do the heavens rule that much
I speak of our doomed love, that the stars malign
The joyous day, destined to be apart
From the ambient darkness of the night
Oh farewell, farewell I bid this ****** earth
If we’re to be, only in death
Then to your arms, I’ll race, Where I’m to die
Pyassa Lias
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Pyassa Lias  25/M/London
(25/M/London)   
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     Fawn and Eloisa
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