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Pain 'Infinitian'

PAINS DEEP DOWN RAISE SLIGHT FROWNS, TO DROWN— OUT LOVE— IN PLACE, CRIES MORE HATE… ILLS OF HATE, LENDS ONE FATE— NO LOVE, MUCH TOO LATE… TO REACH THIS STATE— ENDS WE MEND… REIGNS OUT— SIN October 7, 2015

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 3/14/2016 12:25:00 AM
Dbate Arkaik, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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