The
arrow
flies through
the air to meet a
man, not in cheerful
abandon, but rather in da-
rk embrace, to become a part
of his life and to end it in unison.
Now
She
Wil
Nvr
Kno
Hee
Evr
Lvd
Her,
For
The
Arw
Has
Stln
Him
Frm
Her
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
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