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Apr 2014
What if
I told you
that somehow your music
no longer calls to my bleak

lifeless soul, no longer weary
from begging for exclusion, to
take the opportunity that you
had claimed me unworthy for

and now I shall
continue the art of moving on, to
a world that will never again revolv
(e) around a man who could never love me.
Dak
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Dak
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   Iris Madden and Kathy J
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