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Jan 2014 · 696
avarice
tim garneau Jan 2014
Could it really be
Those snow-cold line of lips
Harbored desperate kisses
That once melt away the night?
\Oh raisin'd heart of love departed!
Empty am I whose love is follied
By the mockery
That is now friendship

— The End —