he ran fast breath short dry throat up the hill where she had said she would love him forever when he got there and searched the air he found no mystic moon he knelt under the weight of his sorrow
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words less spoken 
You’ve prompted me to stand and raise my hat to you – simply brilliant writing.
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Thank you so much friend cheers 🧡
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Tru dat.
…and then he went down again.
xo
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Alas poor Sisyphos damn that she devil Zeus xoxo hope all is well friend loving the utube channel btw
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Love stories seem so these days.
Has that always been the way? (probably)
I guess it’s not a true romance without the heartache? (sadly)
That Sisyphus must be related to the Grand Old Duke of York, y’reckon?
Despite not being europe’s most ardent techno fan i went to a club in Berlin last year by the name of Sisyphus. It was punk as fuck!
YouTube?
Eek!
Oh, gawd.
I do apologise!
All is swell. And you too (tea double oh) xo
(but fanx) xo
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Ooohhhh can I usurp punk as fuck? Killer t shirt motto me thinks a la FGTH xoxo luv u tube dont touch DoY perhaps perhaps. 🙂
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Why not.
If anyone could…
[Grady Says Chill The Fuck Out]
Fanx. xoxo
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Lol yes xoxo
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Grady Goes To China Town? 🙂
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Yes she loves the colors inks trinkets and strawberry cake….
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Lack of punctuation and lines made it a little confusing and spoiled the tone of his emotions, but maybe you used enjambment for a reason…
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Love on the rocks and cosmos has no pity.
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