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Her Love Was Just a Trinket

Her love was just a trinket, I wanted a pure jewel, I desired to give her the universe All she could carry was the moon. I waited for you in the forest You claimed you were at the sky, Yet this was the day I had brought The wings to wrap on your back. ~ Yet, no, I will not lose heart My kingdom of limitless passion Still has not inhabitant but waits Waits for their procession.

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