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Oct 2014
You’ve taken that soft and serene security
Away from me;

And I hate you a little bit for that.


Because I was so ready,
I was just asking to fall;
But now I’ve faltered and pulled back
From the closest I’ve ever been to the edge of love,

When I most wanted to throw myself
Over.
C L A Stone
Written by
C L A Stone  London
(London)   
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   Nicholas
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