Manchester 2003
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| We were colliding stars playing a part in the game the goddess tricked us into. You stumbled as I struggled with issues we both couldn't comprehend. You suggested that we were both cut out of the same cloth, similarities and feelings. I followed the heartbeat but you hold the key. I can't pick the lock, the combination like you can. You need to teach me how, master thief. I pray you wouldnt try, but to succeed in the attempt. |
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