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...she walked in through the out door.
08:58 pm January 3rd, 2019
dalaruan
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she leaves only good wishes behind
Last season's fruit is eaten
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding
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'I have no social purpose, no moral message; I've no general ideas to exploit, I just like composing riddles with elegant solutions.'
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