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He who walks with wolves braves the unknown.

My love for you is but old
grown tired of endless lies
thrown in there be deceit
and my body take no more
I am but a feather
on a bird’s wing I cling
holding my love for you
‘til my death the following spring

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Love

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