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xvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
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iii. AND SHE CONTINUES TO STAND TALL WITHOUT THE HELP OF ANYONE.
she was burgundy poison, january fires;
he only wished to be the start of the flames but
was nothing less than worthless embers.
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