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Thoughtcaster
Ah, here I am, screaming in a passion Suiting my particular fashion: "There's one thing left to do!" But it hasn't crossed your mind yet That I want the kind of punishment only you can dish out That I'm ready and willing to handle the burden you see yourself as. I can believe it hasn't occurred to you before, But now? sitting above the sunset by the shore? You brought me out here - Don't dare fear to kiss me, dear [related non-fiction: "Confidant"
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