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And what of this adulteress what becomes of her, whats become of this world. Does anyone out there care, looking deep into my present state, looking far into my past i can only tremble at my future, i can only cry of my past. all the ones i have left behind all the ones i might have touched, if he was to rise again would any of you notice. throwing stones, is all we do, plant a seed on a rock and the sun will burn it to a crisp, plant a seed in my brain and the vines will smother it, and you will reap no bounty.
Ezekiel Traide Gillen.
Madeline Jean Oreilly.
Ezekiel Traide Gillen.
Madeline Jean Oreilly.