Its not you its me
Where I must go, you cannot flow
Those dips and depths in you, twere not a crime.
Beauty remains unnmarred for memory is beyond time.
Alas ye never know how things will go.
The futur beckons & glistens to me, alhors
Therefore, now and henceforth. I must absolutely and forevermore brave her unknown sweet honey sea. With you as just another sore E. Stor E.
Love true or not at all. Be true and love all. ~ronard dé Langen
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