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Jul 2016
There is joy in the forbidden wood.
There is bliss on the outcast shore.
There is order where none stood...
by the wide sea, and refrained in a roar.
I love not flesh the less, but Nature...
ah Nature! I love thee more, and steal
from all I may have once for sure,
to unite with the heavens & feel...

what I nay can tell

-nor can conceal.
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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