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If I Read A Book And It Makes My Whole Body So Cold No Fire Can Ever Warm Me, I Know That Is Poetry.

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Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

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