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When this truth is finally revealed, the cold ashes of a secret will be scattered as pollen from a dogwood: a long breath of elation from me! No heart filled with folly can appease... it must love immensely without greed, and one should try to build it up, if it is to endure! Fear projects scary visions and frightened, I admit that silence is caused by me; it's discordant chords played by a reckless hand: how awkward is that melody created by me! When this truth is suddenly revealed to everyone, no happier smile can be more sublime than this... and when our hands start touching, it can be a bliss! Entered in Gautami Phookan's contest, " Romanticism In Rime Royal Contest""" Written by Andrew Crisci

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