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Mar 2019
I wonder
where, when and who
decided
that love
had to be held constant
never changing
to be considered
real
and true
when ours feels fluid
creating ripples
and sometimes waves
that I
would never trade away


-em vidar
to you
Written by
EmVidar  Lost
(Lost)   
299
     ---, Fawn and Empire
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