You Tarnish Longing.

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Within in my yet, I am all through every bleed. To where still forgotten.

I still feel it was abandoned inside me. Wherein my eyes dried up along falling near, I cannot stand it any farther. How my bones twisted inside—my unfinished parable in the midwinter. Moreover I drowned all my letters into the lake, I was just numb—as I was an absurdity. I only realized it behind nothing—left me underneath the first snowfield—so regrettable.
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