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her eyes would go to all sorts of faraways body, mind and soul disconnected yet merged into the perfect embodiment breathing in a world filled with plastic and insincerity behold are her hands that work wonders and as her words of pure, she is the clearest vast of ocean and slate you will ever come across to witness a flower amongst a field of defiled individuals she is, if not, the closest to perfect (n.j.)
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
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her eyes would go to all sorts of faraways body, mind and soul disconnected yet merged into the perfect embodiment breathing in a world filled with plastic and insincerity behold are her hands that work wonders and as her words of pure, she is the clearest vast of ocean and slate you will ever come across to witness a flower amongst a field of defiled individuals she is, if not, the closest to perfect (n.j.)
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
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