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May 2014
The swift pulls of lust demanding like demons,
love was lost and last seen when the heart felt warmth..
Sown seeds yet not to be harvested,she was filled with *****,
love was deflowered,
a result of his hardships..
Written by
Oh SlaveWhom Is Thy Master  Clouds
(Clouds)   
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   Lior Gavra
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