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Apr 2020
I met a soul, beautiful,
No matter what, she matters most,
So everyday I send her letters to let her know that I won’t let her go,
My love for her, I let it flow and let it grow,
Let it slowly expand within me explode and throw me at her like stones in catapults, my home is the heart that beats under her flesh and the corral of bones, so let me die there, bury inside a tomb in your catacombs.
Written by
Kawa  31/M/Sweden
     NightOwls, John Destalo and Lily
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