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Thursday, November 17, 2011
20.2
Carry my crossbow
lift the pride from my chest
sing of my misfortunes
and the things I did best
Don't hold me for too long,
don't think of them in the wrong.
Leave your tears to the mist,
and leave me with a kiss.
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