Date: May 11th, 2012 5:05 AM Author: Internet-worthy irradiated party of the first part
her and called out to her, "Why are you outside my beloved's home?" And she said, "I am your beloved." But in the moment I recognized her, I knew she was not my beloved, for I would have recognized my beloved, and if I did not recognize her, the poetical in me could not bear the accidental.
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