Merciful Death, how you Love your Precious Guilt
For hours I walked, I hadn't been back for years. But, I found myself standing. Barley without an upward glace I had come back to this spot.
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To be combined To be one To be a part of the greater
What's been Written
Me
The Friend I miss
- M.E.
Rich of text, quiet of word. Full of my meaning and rife with my soul...
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