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| Gwyne, I love you more than life itself... my soul, my being cries out for your touch. Your eyes are fawns drinking from cool water... your rosy lips like sweet, fallen pettles... | |
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| I burn for you. To you, I owe poetry, beauty, and inspiration. My soul is yours... My darling, I adore you. You are as beautiful as dawn................... | |
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| ...he said all that to you? Oh my God, I'm so jealous! You have, like, the perfect guy. | |
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| I know! When he said it I was just like "aw how sweet!" | |
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