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Another conversation with nothing to gain, no party listening to the breath leaving the others lips. Another battle - lost, through the art of talking. Words formulated to fall upon deaf ears. Language could be the patron saint of the lost. Causes lost, and the death of love, all because one seemed greater than two.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
The Conversation
Another conversation with nothing to gain, no party listening to the breath leaving the others lips. Another battle - lost, through the art of talking. Words formulated to fall upon deaf ears. Language could be the patron saint of the lost. Causes lost, and the death of love, all because one seemed greater than two.
lou-mcnamara
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
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