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Book of Riddles

Fallen leaves knee deep,
smell of fall in the air.
Ancient tree has one last fruit
of regret left to bear.
Friends of old call to battle
for the foes.
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My dear MaJIuLLIaH
I leave you now in front of these doors, even if you are barely a toddler. Yes, your hate toward me has birthed you into this world, has defined you ever since, and for this reason I call myself your mother. Love, hatred; two