You will not know all about the firesimply because you asked.When she speaks of the forestthis is what she is teaching y — Katie Ford, Blood Lyrics: Poems
You will not know all about the firesimply because you asked.When she speaks of the forestthis is what she is teaching y — Katie Ford, Blood Lyrics: Poems
You will not know all about the firesimply because you asked.When she speaks of the forestthis is what she is teaching y — Katie Ford, Blood Lyrics: Poems
You will not know all about the firesimply because you asked.When she speaks of the forestthis is what she is teaching y — Katie Ford, Blood Lyrics: Poems
You will not know all about the firesimply because you asked.When she speaks of the forestthis is what she is teaching y — Katie Ford, Blood Lyrics: Poems
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You will not know all about the firesimply because you asked.When she speaks of the forestthis is what she is teaching you,you who thought you were her master.

— Katie Ford, Blood Lyrics: Poems
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