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my eyes finally rested, the perfect shade of pain's gray Hers swiftly burned copper-red we're bound to disappoint along the way always looking up to someone out-of-reach stammering over words, just to make a point the point is dull, anyway.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
deep mauve
my eyes finally rested, the perfect shade of pain's gray Hers swiftly burned copper-red we're bound to disappoint along the way always looking up to someone out-of-reach stammering over words, just to make a point the point is dull, anyway.
(C) Shang
Shang
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
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