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late running in on your silver steed ride with grace, no desire to race harsh fences to admire with dull eyes entry devils whisk away troublesome friends hanging red tulips, divine nuisances growing weary reading subliminal stanzas yielding, or instead, risking loss, to appear perfect -c.j.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
rien ne va jamais être parfait
late running in on your silver steed ride with grace, no desire to race harsh fences to admire with dull eyes entry devils whisk away troublesome friends hanging red tulips, divine nuisances growing weary reading subliminal stanzas yielding, or instead, risking loss, to appear perfect -c.j.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
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