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A thousand love poems yoking to pages you will never read. Though some have slipped from my reach, Seeking refuge from the muse, responsible for their existence. L is for lion. And is what you are.

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deneka-raquel

For You?

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deneka-raquel

Published

Oct 14, 2014

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Notes: Torment
Tags: #lion #loud #absent #roar

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