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Untitled -- 10.11.2008
Love wraps it’s arms around me in a tighter grip - I know I can’t get free, now do I want to, the being to whom I am enslaved is one I want wholly and we have what the world lacks, truth, honesty - something pure - with obvious reason - we have love so clean and pure - not a thing can destroy the lack of pain, the sanity this brings is obviously heaven sent and you are all I ever needed to make me 100%
