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the soft movements of movie people through stained glass, you will never know never touch, him and that burnt sunshine hair and the lips you almost escaped through and the neverending sound of bells
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Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
little poem, for Cooper
the soft movements of movie people through stained glass, you will never know never touch, him and that burnt sunshine hair and the lips you almost escaped through and the neverending sound of bells
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Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
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