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She gave me the map of her self. It was exact & up to the moment but changed as we moved through the landscape of the future. Now with heartbreak it is out of date with a section missing. Where we should meet is a crease so worn and torn we can see right through to the reality of defeat. I look to the stars for guidance to orientate me through all the hate but it is too late the map no longer exist.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
HERE IS THE MAP OF NOWHERE
She gave me the map of her self. It was exact & up to the moment but changed as we moved through the landscape of the future. Now with heartbreak it is out of date with a section missing. Where we should meet is a crease so worn and torn we can see right through to the reality of defeat. I look to the stars for guidance to orientate me through all the hate but it is too late the map no longer exist.
donall-dempsey
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
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