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Apr 2014
That aren't said,
mean the most.
For when misinterpreted,
the love you once knew,
will be nothing more than a ghost.

If not already.

They're all used up,
to the point of exhaust.
Thy're said to the few,
but too much,
and is lost.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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