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| May. 5th, 2005 |
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meta-creation_date: 5/5/2005 22:54:39
Yours is a friendship I would die to keep, and I may.</p>
To love and not be sated, but live pinioned as companion (with never more than simply enough hope to pin me down) might kill —</p>
and in cessation of existence, my dying lips would breathe of thee.</p> Posted via Passage to Serendipity
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