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Dec 2015
As time fades,
we begin to evaporate with it,
leaving no pleasant aroma lingering in the mystical mist.
I want to enhance the memorable essences of forgotten,
for thee to deeply inhale and salvage through the delicate memories;
let thy indulgences be with what was, and not with what is...
-Ethiiochick
What was, not what is...
Ethiiochick
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Ethiiochick  London
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