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The burn of the nectar on her bitten lips. the girl in heaven, she thought tied to the floor. this is it. she thought. this this is what she wants. but this is what and what is this? A passing fad or pathetic destiny. Life once had a plan. Once. Once upon a time.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
Once upon a time
The burn of the nectar on her bitten lips. the girl in heaven, she thought tied to the floor. this is it. she thought. this this is what she wants. but this is what and what is this? A passing fad or pathetic destiny. Life once had a plan. Once. Once upon a time.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
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