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Sunday, January 20, 2013
Il mio cuore
My heart is where you are, no matter the distance or the time and space
between us. My heart is yours, though you may not desire it, though you
may forget it. My heart is tired love, it aches and I don't know how to
make it stop. Can you cure heartbreak? My heart shall remain by your
side, though death may part us for a short time. Though distance and
space may stretch on for years. Nothing may come between your heart and
mine. Not even a breath.
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