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Your something Beautiful a Contradiction

I think im drowning A p h y x i a t e d I want to break the spell youve created

31 December
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O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you!
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men’s noses as they lie

What ’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.