| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - already lost it, wasted it awayinto mountain ash. two boys and you are one of them, in love withthe other, and it is not even a tragedy. you do not think he lovesyou back but his palms cup your skin like you are precious when he begs younot to go, when he tells you to think, when he tells you thathe can not lose you, too. you are all he has left. he is love, too.there is a boy with a golden heart and you
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