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[07 Nov 2011|11:25pm] |
 Revoke me; You do. Call me back and back through the wastes of time, here, there, nowhere, carrying white roses never red. Not a dead poet but a living love, and if the words I bring are dusty, I will renew them in your mouth.
-- Jeanette Winterson
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