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10-19-1863
Never can I forget that day;
where memories remain fresh, as if
they happened just yesterday.
On the day where the iron fell like delicate petals;
Love brushed my face;
The roses on the chill they had settled
But, perhaps, it was pain instead.
The hurt of love, much like the looming threads of my memory
Reigned--
*the rest is ripped out*
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by 3 Armored Kittens · Prodromos v.1.1 - World Anvil 0.9.15.035 © 2017-2024 [en] | Anvil Time: 11:32, Oct 6 2024