XLIII (Forty Three)

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I love you till death
You love me to breath
Affection underneath
Fondness just beneath

Our finger blended
We swear up to end
Gonna be true friend
No one will descend

So ask yourself why!
In someone's bed you lie.
For all I can do is to cry
And hope I wouldn't die.

Swears

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