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This tear-stained memory
renovates bruises on my heart. The lost love in all its glory fated from the start. A whirlwind; indeed the rapture to engulf all consciousness. In that gaze I was captured. He was propitious-less. A score of years is not sufficient for love's pure force of nature. Alas we weren't omniscient. Now my soul's wrapped in a glacier
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