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Each name is a splinter in the finger, a room full of regrets. Children running in grassy fields without shoes. The wind in 80 degree weather. Velvet. Soft. Reminding. Forever.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
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Each name is a splinter in the finger, a room full of regrets. Children running in grassy fields without shoes. The wind in 80 degree weather. Velvet. Soft. Reminding. Forever.
ciara-ginelle
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
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