Where would I be without it?
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Glance at the phone, contacting no-one, letters unopened, see bygones be gone, lie in a darkened room, while not wanting to venture outsid...
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Deep as an arrow, wounded by thy words of bitter resentment, cut in throes of ecstasy, same toxicity, hurt on the right, tr...
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A painting in a prominent place where everyone can see it’s on a wall, set in location; forever it reminds us of the sadness, the passing,...
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