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Forgiveness and love.
Don't let an argument lie on a bed of nails. In the morning our memories will spit venom, the door will slam and the weight of a thousand weeping souls, will sit heavily upon our shoulders, day and night, until the wind blows lightly to calm the storm and the door re-opens and the light will cradle our embracing faces and together our eyes will speak in solitude of forgiveness and love. spb.
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