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The morning sun has faded into afternoon death. We're blistering in the heat of our own misery. Why? I wonder. What did we do to get here? Well, hell we've had one fucking good run, I'd say. But would she? This notion is what disturbs me. I often take her into account. I often bleed her soft voice and speak her language with a swollen tongue.

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[anonymous]

I will always love you to the moon and back Papa-T!!!! Never Forget!

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