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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Sun 03/01/20 03:16 AM
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The thing
I struggle with, Is you said "Let's build memories of our love". We were to go to Paris, Lock our love on the bridge, throw away the key. The padlock for romance to me is death wearing flesh. I have died every day, waking up without you and our romance, you simply spontaneously combusted. What do I do with my fire my love? Should I go to Paris? Throw away my love into the deep? Or swallow the key? |
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Nice poem .
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This hit me to my core. Thinking of you on this one year since...
Be well Lady, sending love and light and big hugs. |
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Nice poem . Thanks Julie x |
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This hit me to my core. Thinking of you on this one year since... Be well Lady, sending love and light and big hugs. Yup, one year...thanks Bastet. If you have written, please post. He would like that... |
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A year doesn't seem so long sometimes, does it?
Be easy on yourself, You've carried the pain for a year. He wouldn't have wanted that. Bad things happen, we can't forget, but we must try. sympathies.x |
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A year doesn't seem so long sometimes, does it? Be easy on yourself, You've carried the pain for a year. He wouldn't have wanted that. Bad things happen, we can't forget, but we must try. sympathies.x Thank you, several nights ago I dreamed he threw me a Surprise Party. It was all women. But there was a thoughtful gift from a man on this site. Then I let him go and he wept.... Dreams huh? |
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Dreams could be reality
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Dreams could be reality Of course. It was reality. It was a visitation. He set me free and I set him free |
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