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you call to me in my dreams your sighing weight of ancient trees your many voices of creatures dwelling irreversibly bespelling... you you free me to the huntress temper your thorny armour my flesh sieze your bountiful harvests hungers quelling intricately rapturously compelling... you you remain my deepest fever sprang forth from you your believer... 3 February 2008 In a list |
 by SheliOn Oct 8 8:41 PM 2008
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