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Loving you is hard
for you will it so.
Hiding in your soul
things dark and murky;
bits of a vacant spirit
that tarnish with apathy.
Oh, to only spy a spark,
a hint of light, would
bring much comfort and
curb undying sorrow.
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"They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king"
Formerly Medusa
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