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splitting over ends

love's a race ___won by two:
your emotion___ and my sol
itude. two___ destined guards,
taught to at___tack the other,
emballage___à l'upper
hand, upon___dusty moun
tian piques, o___'er foggy hills

-'s:. 3r

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