"I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and nothing but the
thread that binds them is mine own."John Bartlett
Performed to a T.
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In his/her sickness - he/she dreamt of the cure
In her/his wellbeing - she/he dreamt to be at ease
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Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2014-02-23 at 02:52
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