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do not move a mountain
you are a rare creature
she may look like a rose
I am become Death
Death
I hunger
I have
Fleshed out
From now on
I watched her
a lovesong
You are luminous
Because love does not beg
The only thing
She left
She walks with butterflies
She is an ocean
When Love Meets...
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