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The stepchildren of passion bear the selfsame fruit of their parentage...disowned by their own volition, till becoming...incrementally dying aspirants of dispassion. I think of St. Francis, St. Francis I think of you often.
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Incrementally Dying
The stepchildren of passion bear the selfsame fruit of their parentage...disowned by their own volition, till becoming...incrementally dying aspirants of dispassion. I think of St. Francis, St. Francis I think of you often.
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
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