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End of story

  • Inhaling my own tranquility;
  • I put the North Star on my back
  • and write you down in poetry.

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        1. I cal a ber a writer who makes me swoon and you go off on a sanity sit. for all to see. My dear, ’tis thee who makes me walk wondering how so many skills and glibs and great riffs and gorgeous grammars and wild rides of fancyflights you find time to tend your patch of admiring and salivating wordworshipers you conjur. No. ‘Tis I who am so proud to know that amongst so many fine writers you find time to treat you pass my way altogether three often with praise and some of it makes me want to better what I sometimes do.

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