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- Even after you ruined me for any other, I cannot regret you. Even as I cleave the flesh of wanting from the bone, I hope the sky is pretty wherever you are.
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For Him » Poetry
Poetry- la douleur exquise; (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the attention of someone unattainable. _ This is a poetry sort of book, I guess you could say. Each part in this book, has words that come from someone, whose heart has been through w...
