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Maybe, but it's how I'm feeling at the moment :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crossquestion/1028832/ The memory-drop: a cleaver;The lover - nonbeliever;When storm and dust subsideThen maybe he'll believe her.A siren, she's a fever;A nonchalant retrieverOf fame and sullen fortune -An apathetic weaver.No, she's no deceiver,She's just a detached viewer;And though she sends them packing,She's a magnani.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crossquestion/992480/ I stumbled upon the etheree form yesterday, and fell in love at first sight! 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