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You've captured my imagination, charasmatic mess, in the wake of your =devestation, I'm your best work yet. Fascinating back drop of romantic =poverty, obsessed with herbs and healing cures, obsessed with healing =me! But you're the one that's dying, a sudden downpour fading fast, =rapidly unwinding to a bitter draft. Around your high poetic brow, =around your pleasant neck, a veil of grandiosity competes with epithets. =
You're better off relying on meteorology than to keep on justifying why =you impose on me. Your path of mass destruction will blow right by me =now, you dissipate your energy you cannot knock me down.
Submitted by: Mel
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