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Apr 2017
Never would I allow a bit of such grace returned, absolutely factual without any doubt. For these majestically received gifts, I've way too precioiusally sought out. And in the beautiful convince of GODS vastlike wonderment-never; never allowing this to lack. Upon the ground shaking, crazy like aftermath I'm discovering some strange inner worth at my back. And yet in me... I am again suddenly unaware in the deemed unknown. Yet somehow it seems like I'm drunk stumbling into wrecking feelings of lesser self doubt. For I never have owned any Daphne thoughtfelt feelings of worth to be equaling a price, of any unknown amount.
Fall of 2016
Written by
Daphne Doyle  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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