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Aug 2014
52
So much I strived for
missing....
a tender touch of
us... does
turn me on then, it
******
me off, on guard from
changes.
You allowed me to
say no,
my  listening then
to chords,
of dissonance blue
loose discord true.
wordvango
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   Raina Grace, ---, r and ---
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