unrequintedlove

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Return to Me We met at the auction block,  I dressed in chains, you in your prime.  Again we met when the snowdrop came to bloom It was in the cotton fields you took my hands 
  One bloody petal falls then two Staining a white snowfall that blew Forgive me even though I cannot become pure like the snow   I told one lie and then came two I became weak and then I flew
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