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A ring rests upon a finger where your love has withered and corroded to dust Mine flies like butterflies ascending in the wind. I greave for your emptiness that only fades like your inked waning words.
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
My Love Still Ascends While Yours Is Dust
A ring rests upon a finger where your love has withered and corroded to dust Mine flies like butterflies ascending in the wind. I greave for your emptiness that only fades like your inked waning words.
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
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