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Let the ashes from our once felt fire,
Fill the world with its beginning desire. Dreams to taunt, hearts to haunt. Endlessly floating further apart. Yet to our selves, we remain. Forever knowing, loves dieing pain.
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Thanks Pkd and Gossip,,,,it floated in last night,,lol
Thnks Jim,,,,
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Let the ashes from our once felt fire,
