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The day is bright. The night is dark.  Time seems to stop in the arms of my mother. Now I only dream about my lover. I was once a small seed. Now I'm a flower growing with greed.
She was completely engulfed with his presence. Never in the world had she seen a man so beautiful; what amazed her more is the fact that he had no earthly idea.
The lotus, blooms from from the murkiest waters. 
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