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| She smiles she struggles to write a poem for Him.... but of all of her writings.... her poetry only springs from despair.... her poems emerge through her pain... her poetic muse released by her misery... she struggles to write a poem for Him.... but when she thinks of Him... there is no despair... she feels no pain... she knows no misery.... she struggles to write a poem for Him.. but when she thinks of Him... there is only warmth... she feels only rapture... she knows only joy.... and she smiles... |
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