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- On my fingers, I wear a sapphire, and a peridot, to always remind me of your eyes. The eyes that I will never, ever forget for anything.
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For Him » Poetry
Poetry- la douleur exquise; (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the attention of someone unattainable. _ This is a poetry sort of book, I guess you could say. Each part in this book, has words that come from someone, whose heart has been through w...
