"take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you." 

Can be found when the ringing of bells rumble within your ears, there you will find a fairy sat atop a shroom, waiting to be taken to the gardens once more.

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edensmisery edensmisery 21 hours ago
I am infatuated with women. Their beauty is astounding, I can not help but worship the floor in which they walk on. I wish to find myself entangled amongst the sheets with one,  but alas, they posses...
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