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Dear Noe,
I don't know you were so
To worship you till time
Breaking the night when your prostation
To liquefy the quiet of your night
I don't know you shy
Or you never know when I
Having rotation of your soul
I want...
You become something
In the middle of this and that
Or I will be flattering
When I write this verse to you
On Kristy O'mine fairy
And this what I say;
"She is the words, while the words are a dwarf that come on midnight.
And she isn't a holy hermit who invulnerable of temptation.
A dwarf veil its body which soiled by blood.
While a pen that its draw don't want to break yet."
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