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He left and with an empty box His promise in my hand An alcamy of token love A ring to temper chance Fleet of thought I thought to fight My resolute of past Shed of me my thought Of this The yearning endlessy So forged of will the burning trust The trivial is gone And time once spent, Is  made undone To render my heart free.
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
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He left and with an empty box His promise in my hand An alcamy of token love A ring to temper chance Fleet of thought I thought to fight My resolute of past Shed of me my thought Of this The yearning endlessy So forged of will the burning trust The trivial is gone And time once spent, Is  made undone To render my heart free.
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krison
35/M/Us
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
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