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Apr 21
See what you will
Do what you must
The pain is still there, lingering in the dust
I lay as you walk all over me still
I lay as you leave, not daring to care
A bridge is my body, to carry you over
My tears the river, in which you are in awe over
Opal Black
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Opal Black
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     Immortality, --- and apricot
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