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Mar 11
What’s meant stays,  
quiet and sure.  
  
True love waits,  
even when we turn away.  
  
What isn’t ours  
slips,  
like water,  
gone before we know it.
....sun will rise tomorrow
Immortality
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Immortality  18/F/rainy forest
(18/F/rainy forest)   
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