as we bend new corners, we bend time and laugh at its winged chariot, there is no doom for us, and though i miss you already, i love you and though my shoulder aches for your head when i lay my myself down for bed, nothing can sunder this, or make me feel that you are not with me, always.Birth sign: Cancer
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