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Jan 2012
A concerning flaw in my methods
Not quite a true theorem
To any real reasoning I am oblique
The constitution of my love, deep like a valley
and wild like the Amazon
I wrap myself in all sorts of emotion
yet for now, I shall practice the art of silence
Written by
SK Fisher
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   Jill Miller
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