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Hot as fire your tempers rage, Cold, the song you sung As you move and as you age I hope from Hell your heart is sprung.
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
For My Sweet Achilleus
Hot as fire your tempers rage, Cold, the song you sung As you move and as you age I hope from Hell your heart is sprung.
i told you i was looking for some empathy
lilith-reid-brown
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
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