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                ACT I
All the poems have wolves in them,
all but one -- the most beautiful one of all.
        She dances in a ring of fire
        and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
"Who did you right that one for?"
"I wrote it for you."

                ACT II
All the poems have wolves in them,
all but one -- the most beautiful one of all.
        I hope you go out smiling
        like a child into the cool remnant of a dream,
        the angel man finally claimed his benevolent soul.
        Ophelia, leaves sudden and silk
        chlorine dream -- mad stifled witness.
"This is the strangest life I have ever known."
                        
--- James Douglas Morrison ---
                ACT I
All the poems have wolves in them,
all but one -- the most beautiful one of all.
        She dances in a ring of fire
        and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
"Who did you right that one for?"
"I wrote it for you."

                ACT II
All the poems have wolves in them,
all but one -- the most beautiful one of all.
        I hope you go out smiling
        like a child into the cool remnant of a dream,
        the angel man finally claimed his benevolent soul.
        Ophelia, leaves sudden and silk
        chlorine dream -- mad stifled witness.
"This is the strangest life I have ever known."
                        
--- James Douglas Morrison ---
There is a great change inside of me. A burning uncomfortable need to evolve. To become something better now that I have a family. I’ve built a nest, a home, a cage … it is what I make it. What will it be? A virtue of safety or something from my past? The definitive measure is now. View high resolution

There is a great change inside of me. A burning uncomfortable need to evolve. To become something better now that I have a family. I’ve built a nest, a home, a cage … it is what I make it. What will it be? A virtue of safety or something from my past? The definitive measure is now.

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