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Near the end It costs Bitterness of soul that spits The blood of love that flees In the absence of you All is a nightmare
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Near the end...
Near the end It costs Bitterness of soul that spits The blood of love that flees In the absence of you All is a nightmare
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
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