Amos Noy || CYCLAMEN Wondrously I grew in a little house by a big wood[1]In
a world, far, far away,[2] with no law or angerOn a planet where no
fathers stood. My mother nursed me on milk of wolvesTo be
big, strong and wary of strangers,All of them dangers, and not err in
loves. No cry baby, I never wept against my will.My
mother, the...
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