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Presnce

She's always leaving, ever returning. If She stays a while the heart gets too dizzy, the mind spins away becomes a sparrow in Her eyes. Goddess? Who knows; 'God' is just a short-hand word for nothing explicable, however she is faithful as true as the sweetest kiss, it is only I that flirts with my own unreality.

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