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Come, Dear One
The silence that blanketed the stars, spoke in a soft tug, "Come, Dear One. Tarry not, for ripened words forged in wild honey, lie content for thy savoring. Come, receive and be filled! For this gift is more precious than fire when all the world is devoid." - © 2015 blue angel
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