Author's Note

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Once there was and once there wasn't,
When it doesn't make much sense,
Look again
For riddle a wine I serve.
                                     
You come to feast on my heart,my soul,my light...too bad the last host was one greedy bastard..just blisters and bruises over here

THE END
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Love J

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