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onida_ai.
prophetess love.

it's sad when
freedom becomes
not so free anymore.

it's beautiful when
love becomes
not so impossible.



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musings in the attic

i need me
you need you
we need us

2:) grandmom always said elvis lives. Strange it is to be beside you Many years and tables turned You'd probably not believe me If I told you all I've learned And it is very, very weird indeed to hear words like forever plead


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let me have wisdom, beauty, wisdom and passion,
bread to the soul, rain where summers parch.
give me but these, and though the darkness close
even the night will blossom as the rose.
~masefield~
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