My hand, on which you drew flowers with ink
My sigh, not so sad, you think
This smile, what brings it to my face?
Love of one kind or another, and for you
To see joy in your eyes
Not that feigned humor at which I sigh
Perhaps it is my reflection that I see
No more you than me
I would hold, that it is both of us
Dire then, that together we should always be
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Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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I apologize. My deductive reasoning has always been on the inadequate side.. Walter De La Mare (another of my favorites) hypothesized two aspects of imagination; The childlike, and the boylike.. Sadly, I think I possess more of a creative imagination than a deductive one. (Creativity could be analogous to induction, if you think about it. Generating many possibilities from a few factors-- and deduction, going from general to specific, is probably the aptitude most suited for cryptography). I've always been interested in cryptography, and I've picked up a thing or two-- but this looks less like an independent cipher, and more like a code.. I would have to guess what subject matter it encodes to in order to solve it. Nonetheless, I'm impressed. And if I guess correctly, the only book which springs to mind that has that number of pages would be a bible of some format. However, I could be completely wrong, and in the process of making myself into a fool.
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