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Bridge

What burned that bridge was passion
What crossed that bridge was pure
What made that bridge was access to something so obscure
What defines that bridge is sorrow and knowing true loves pain
What seen that bridge was being in its utmost formal state.

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Author
Just

Created
2018-09-18 03:30:15

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