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Darling, how I yearn,
For you to love me
The way I do.
But you only said,
That it will end up
In a dead body or two.
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~EPHEMERALIA~
PoetryShe is drawn to him, like moths to the fire... . . . . . . A girl, who has seen all horrors of life and survived. But not without losing something. Her sanity. A boy, who burns through life with a passion to rival all of hell. But not far from a pas...
