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Dec 2014
Ghost of the past.
WE meet at last.
You say your alive,
You look so pale.

Ghost of the past,
Breathing at last.
They say your alive now.

Princess,
I am here to give you life.
Love.
Affection.

Please,
Will thou take my hand?
Dark Jewel
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Dark Jewel  20/F/Greenville, SC
(20/F/Greenville, SC)   
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