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now empty, his promise shattered
had it ever really mattered? simple pleasures already gone all around me, in his shadow emotions tarry in limbo his love, now untimely withdrawn, was whispered “till death do us part” yet these words have destroyed my heart… broken glass of our love’s icon emotions tarry in limbo [2007.29.8…a] Written in the Nove Otto form
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