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...my chest, and I was drawn. Fate allowed me your sparing favor, death brought you to my bed. I have yet to elicit what made you leave; in the morning that was an extended night, you crafted awkward moments. My heart screamed, clamored outward, it palpitates against its cage, my bones are sore. I rendered myself deaf, it sang itself hoarse your praise, and left me wounded poetry, feelings that don't...

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