The Solemnity by Nicole Wheat

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Aug 2014

Well, it seems to me
that you are always on my mind
so, I cross my heart and hope to die.
But I found, my dear,
my heart is held in your hands,
screaming.
So you only, my dear,
can break me.

Written by

Nicole Wheat California

(California)

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