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A greeting with no words spoken. My longed-for thunderstruck moment. The question that doesn’t need asking, Where to go, where to go? A passion that sends me reeling. Too scared to love, but too scared to leave. The look that leaves me knowing, Where to go, where to go.
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
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A greeting with no words spoken. My longed-for thunderstruck moment. The question that doesn’t need asking, Where to go, where to go? A passion that sends me reeling. Too scared to love, but too scared to leave. The look that leaves me knowing, Where to go, where to go.
liz-o
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
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