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between these two poles,
on my knees I stand lamenting the night I last held your hand, you were my rose, in this crown of thorns, ironic, I can't see your face, not anymore. I only remember, the perfect shape of your legs, and I'm now resigned to accept what I've known all along, even though you've denied me, and you're apathetic as grass I always loved you, and I always will. -to Amy |
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Heartfelt
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Very lucky lady to have a love so true ...beautiful devotional to your feelings....great job~
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nice write!
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Very lucky lady to have a love so true ...beautiful devotional to your feelings....great job~ ![]() |
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Nicely oh so nicely done. Wild roses despise pruning!
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Showing lots of emotion. Great job.
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Nice Visual.
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Nice write!
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