If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's

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I Do Have People In Mind When I Write. I Don't Know Precisely Who They Are, However, Or How Many Of Them There Are.

This Is What Happened In Love. One Of You Cried A Lot And Then Both Of You Grew Sarcastic.

If You're Suicidal, And You Don't Actually Kill Yourself, You Become Known As 'wry.