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To Honyfly

Walk in the cemetery (Butterfly is Honeyfly or Wasp?) Honeyfly, do you know how my times I walked in that cemetery? I found a lot of interesting things there. The dead live. Live. They talked to me One of them always followed me to Wembley to my home A deceased priest He needed to help me. He said often, no woman, please please, just write and write (He gave me so many ideas) He lives there centuries ago, that cemetery is a gate between life and death Go there. Go there, please. My priest waiting for you. We are mortals. Do you want to live? With eternal love, Demon Vilmos

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