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			<description>Sporadic thoughts of youInflict upon my emotions,Not a glimmer of anythingDelicate or fine.All I have left are the ashesOf tenderness, and affection.Burned away by bitter rageAt what you have done.What a fool you made of me,But it&amp;#2013266066;s no less than I deserveFor I tru..</description>
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