but that doesn't mean I don't love you.
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- me is we. we started with three. SY, SQ, KG. soon came AG and MC.
I'm in love with this. The connection between the material/immaterial, the parallel between context/meaning; I'm in love with this. Tweak some parallelism, work the magic of this poem - this could be great. Or maybe I should just shut up.
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