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May 2020
Is what he said
And I believed him.
But he killed me
     a little while before he stopped loving me.
He kept his promise,
He loved me to death.
I don't have the power to resurrect.
The Untold
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The Untold  F/Somewhere in Africa
(F/Somewhere in Africa)   
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     --- and Fawn
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