Why is SHE still theRE?
I know ...^
I release ... what is already gO. I will always love her like no otherr-r ...
and cry ... while remembering pure unadulterated madness.
No o-o not like a sister or brother,
almost like a mother.
Like a metaphor about a whine that jumpED to a hiGHer more expansive interactive,
  LOVE^
No space.
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Not even; kNow-LOVE-time. ^