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Not much about myself to tell. Just here.
Trust, is sleeping in the back seat of the car...
Love, is your mother cutting an apple and giving...
With beauty herself draped in your word
Sounding the veins of any who heard...
The body vanished
The soul continues to march...
Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...
I will try to love as you
Walk in every shoe...
There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact
Common sense is a blessing to have in a world of fools
Luck doesn’t last, misfortune does
by Mr. Darcy
by flawed diamond