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My soul is bitter - there has been so much, so many strikes and blows to hold and to repell... Your soul is tender - there's a world of bliss behind its softness, which is all Divine. My bitterness is poison to your blood and roughness hurts your tenderness, my love. Just wait a little. Though my soul is rough your softness will dissolve its hardy shell. July 26, 2007
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