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Jun 1
meet me at the edge of love
we’ll stand at the threshold of bliss

propelled by a force that could blast through steel 10 feet thick

let the pieces of forgotten dreams scattered amongst our scars come rushing back at the promise - just one more step

the endless horizon dawns a moonlit sky, the limitless becomes timeless, hand in hand teetering on the precipice of love
Written by
Rob  53/M/Canada
(53/M/Canada)   
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     N, Melancholy of Innocence and Safana
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