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Sep 2014
Woe is me.
Desperatley searching for a savior to rescue thee.
Patiently waiting for years upon years.
Days spent dreaming of who he may be.
Wandering aimlessly down empty streets.
Peeking around every corner hoping one day we shall meet.
Every stumble, every fall
My hand reaches up toward the heavens
Longing for a strong gentle hand to lift me from the hollow ground.
The tower in which my heart is locked away, reaches so high
no knight could possibly climb
My ballad of love falls on deaf ears
cursed by the evil queen desguised as hope
unable to wake
because true love's kiss
may not exist
Amber Blank
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Amber Blank  42/F
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     Amitav Radiance and Amber Blank
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