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A cold January night All curled up under blankets The tears were shaken sideways as She stared at the book before her The story wasn't sad. Not at all.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
It Was She
A cold January night All curled up under blankets The tears were shaken sideways as She stared at the book before her The story wasn't sad. Not at all.
ishka
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
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