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You

‘Tis sought and opined by these eyes and lips. Love and its candidature, You of divine stature. ‘Twixt man and less a primal quenching of lust ‘midst a jumble of mess; is transcendence of flesh. Fury of Hell, Angel of Heaven, I, brave and fool to be; rejecting Evil and Godly pleas. For home is where the heart beckons me, I, your shadow, am on Earth. For when has ash ever left the hearth?

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