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Bullion Grey
Imaginateur


I am searching for the poem, which addresses my life. It should be a carefully written simple device. Started when I just came about, after motherís torrid labor and delivery. Simple with steps, and verse that wept, with strong inheritance.
Not to wordy or ongoing as it might, but with a type of shared limiting to enhance this passage of right. Donít know where this world might be such a poem, perhaps it is written with my life, or scribed in a stone?†