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The Poisoning of Octavian

Woe betide this waste of life To whom the gods did give much strife And now to end my life with much aharm I drink this poison to join my loved one across the stars My love im coming

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Date: 11/16/2019 10:42:00 AM
Please do not go... she may not be there... and then... Love is illusive... unfair, and wonderful, mixed in such a way as to grant wishes to fishes. You have a sharp pen. Well written my friend. Write on. Bring her back to us... Ann
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