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Fall, fall...fell in love with this day, as every. When the sun goes down, her look away is not frigidity-- but a reminder of what days imply.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Counting the Ways
Fall, fall...fell in love with this day, as every. When the sun goes down, her look away is not frigidity-- but a reminder of what days imply.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
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