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They cannot always be forced to heel. So they play while I dissent. Mostly.
Stranger. No matter how well I know, or how often I have met.
It takes light and dark to make gray. Each, sometimes, by necessity, quite distinct. Such is love, at least here, now. For the darkness...
And yet, who can deny the call? The only way. For the light...
Yeah. Hmm... I ought to see if I am awake enough to flee the notions, tangles from the dreams and thoughts from those. So sweetly cruel.
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