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Oct 2014
For what it's worth,
I love you,
yet you are the fish that will feed my soul,
and I only have a spear.
So here I am in between a rock and a hard place,
as I debate on whether to capture you just for me?
Or will I be generous and let you be free..?
In the end, you swim away,
so I will stay,
and keep on fishing.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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   Elizabeth Squires and SPT
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