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Aug 2023
fragile hands shaking;
I have sharpened the sword's blade.
You stand as my ghost

hover behind me
conquering the heart,
letting love ruin
as a means to win
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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