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From whells of despair to the fountains of joy.
Deepest of passion and jealousy, suspicion beyond reason.
Harsh words, slashing looks at the spur of a moment.
Anticipation shaking foundations, turmoil of thoughts.
To feel your plastic skin, the first snap of opening.
Trembling, the scent of new print.
How much has one awaited, oh for this moment!
Now show me your treasures, beloved box of SoW.
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