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May 2020
now all that's left
is burning valentines
and forgotten promises
my heart beating
outside of my chest,
destined for a life
of solitude
searching for a love
so beautiful
that even fate herself
weeps amongst the stars.
rk
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rk  F/scotland
(F/scotland)   
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