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The Soul That Loves, Loves and Knows Nothing Else

Having read that beautiful in stirring quote amid A Parade newspaper's section dated as Christmas Eve Nineteen ninety-five: An early bird's morning gift.... Double time she always seems these spirits; dangling atop Wires running wild taunting while temping perhaps, they have something Attributing he'd like to say ? Possibly a tad bit more need towards attention ? Similar that their waning rock star or palms prints in cement shouting, don't you know Who I am not really although but, if one would venture to take a guess we'd have to say, Artemis.

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