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Dearest to My Heart,

Each day you are away is agony, each moment we are apart tears my soul into a thousand tiny pieces, my entrails and guts scattering into the icy wind.  Wear I able, I would cry an ocean of tears, lamenting every second we are not together.  I would pluck the stars from the sky, fight off a thousand men, give you the very essence ( Read more... )

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