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Nov 2011
Girl of wonder, and false success,
blunders and all, I digress.

You were to me,
like fire to a tree.

Your iniquity, but brief,
lit me afire.
It is here and now that I have left,
that good things will forthwith transpire.
Dane Johnson
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