would someone please call surgeon...you can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
...the photos we retire...were covered by snow somehow...broken from their frames and abandoned for the prize that never existed...i chased her...but my legs were just not qualified to own up to her gracefullness...once in a blue moon i can look at her face...only shortly expected...i look down...always looking at the floor...the crowds of loved
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