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once
.
w
a
s
.
a
.
time
.
o
f
.
types,
.
a
n
d
.
divides,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
ways
.
t
o
.
decide:
–
–
–
.
.
.
This
one
.
t
o
o
.
tall . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
this
one
.
t
o
o
.
small . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
This
one
.
t
o
o
.
new . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
this
one
.
j
u
s
t
.
plain
too . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Yes,
.
t
h
e
r
e
.
once
.
w
a
s
.
a
.
time
.
o
f
.
types,
.
a
n
d
.
divides,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
ways
.
t
o
.
decide,
–
–
which
.
a
l
l
.
went
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ which
.
a
l
l
.
went
away,
–
–
when
.
y
o
u
.
arrived
today . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
even
though
.
I
.
could
–
–
clearly
.
s
e
e
.
you
were:
–
–
–
.
.
.
too
tall . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
too
small . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
too
new . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
just
.
p
l
a
i
n
.
too . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
even
in
.
t
h
a
t
.
crowded
room,
.
.
t
h
e
r
e
.
.
was
.
n
o
.
one
.
b
u
t
.
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ there
.
w
a
s
.
no
one
.
b
u
t
.
you
.
a
n
d
.
I
.
all
.
t
h
e
.
while,
–
–
building
.
t
h
e
.
bonfire . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ building
.
t
h
e
.
bonfire,
–
–
higher
.
a
n
d
.
higher . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
higher
.
a
n
d
.
higher . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
higher
.
a
n
d
.
higher . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
.
forest
fire . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
breaking
out
.
i
n
.
the
wide
–
–
open
wild . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
consuming
.
a
l
l
.
that
–
–
used
.
t
o
.
be
true . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ consuming
.
a
l
l
.
that
–
–
used
.
t
o
.
be
too . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ for
now . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ yes,
now . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
there
.
w
a
s
.
only
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
There
.
w
a
s
.
only
you
.
a
n
d
.
I,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
the
moon
.
o
f
.
June . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ a
moon
.
o
f
.
June
.
i
n
.
full
bloom.
Reflection: This was a forgotten romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2018 where a typically picky and selective romancer finds there can be lust, love, and romance with someone outside of one’s perceived or self-prescribed preferences.