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Endemicae
The price of love
is loss
Its bill
both old and new
A cost
that must be paid
With feelings
torn and strewn
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
is loss
Its bill
both old and new
A cost
that must be paid
With feelings
torn and strewn
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
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Endemicae
Endemicae
