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>From Mrs. Elena Owen
London, W8 5DL,
4 Kensington Court,
England.

I am Mrs. Elena Owen, a citizen of Bulgaria based here in England, I am married 
to Sir Francis Owen who also is an Englishman though dead now. My husband worked
with the British Railways for over two decades before the cold hand of death too
k him away on the 3rd of June 2005 at about 2:00AM our marriage lasted for over 
a decade without any fruit of the womb.


yes, for beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror,
which we still are just able to endure, and we are so awed for
it serenely disdains to annihilate us. 


yes, the springtime did need you. many stars
demanded that you sense them. a wave
since gone by lifted itself toward you,
or when you passed a window that was open, a violin
gave itself up. all this was a change.
but did you complete it?  were you not always
distracted with expectation, as though this were
but announcing someone you could love? (where would
you have concealed her, with those strange heavy thoughts
going in and out of you, lasting into the night)
when longing overcomes you, sing of the Lovers; their
famous feeling is not immortal enough.







-i want 2 make bodies 4 souls not only thoughts






                                            pre.konssept!*n
                                                  meeTz ver!f1kat!*n.
 
 
 
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