EVERYTHING HAS A PURPOSE FROM WHICH IT MUST BE FREED
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November 6, 2011
I would like my love to die by Samuel Beckett
I would like my love to die
and the rain to be raining on the graveyard
and on me walking the streets
mourning her who thought she loved me
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