Oh, Beloved, in the grave I shall lie forever with a lock of your hair in my hand. I wonder if, beyond there, one sees anything? My eyes ache to-day from the brain, which is always at blind groping for you, and the point where I missed you.
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RomanceWinner of September 2017 The Flower's Awards in Romance . I become more and more determined to free myself from all limiting pressures.... To write .. To resolve to live life to the fullest , and vow not to be constrained by boundaries.. I will love...
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Oh, Beloved, in the grave I shall lie forever with a lock of your hair in my hand. I wonder if, beyond there, one sees anything? My eyes ache to-day from the brain, which is always at blind groping for you, and the point where I missed you.