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Some souls are like sponges. You cannot squeeze anything out of them except what they have sucked from you. I look at you and I see originality. It springs from you like blossoms on a cherry tree. Your passions clear as the dew drops in the cold grass. Your creativity reflecting through you like sunlight, your voice sings songs of melancholic beauty. I don’t see me in you and that makes me want you.