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Corpora Curant

Love kill
Those who fill
The wrong heart,
Nursing the wrong scar.
Love had hurt me many times,
But over and over have I rised.
A risen heart to ply,
Over and over again to try.
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Corpora Curant.


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