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The Walking Wounded
This very heart that is mine will forever remain undefinable to me
To express such a thing resembles water slipping through my fingers,
Forever you will remain a stranger to my true soul;
Were you to trace the entire relief of my heart with your finger, you still, would not know me anymore
I am a stranger to myself and to the world
You embody the essential passion of a man’s desire ...
Sunday 24th March 2024 11:29 am
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