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Please don't get in my way to deal in the currencies of love,for I was the heartless spoken into loving.I give love regardless and timelessly,I have b..
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I've reached the shore,sank my toes in the sand.Tried to claim it as my land,but the wind came.I dug my fingers through the cliffs,touched the heavens..
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The disease of the century, the one that isolates and sets us back in numbers.
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He never knew how to talk to her,
He neither listened nor did she talk much.
She has known him for as long as she lived,
Or did she feel ali..
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The lost Nomad
Do I dare to imagine this is real?
Am I again the victim of my own misery?
No, I do not dare.
Night has fallen,
the cold..
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