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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave . . .in your light, had I learned to love, herettin your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there—tthere is no time. - Quote by John Daniel Thieme

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, herettin your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there—tthere is no time.

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we lived depravityand called it truth, silencingour dreaming, andour love, discardingthings holy.
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