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Sunlight reaches your eyes, to flicker, forever rest or die. Your air is of dandelion dreams whispered in the distant past. All smudged into a dusty closet where they roam endlessly.
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Dear man,
Sunlight reaches your eyes, to flicker, forever rest or die. Your air is of dandelion dreams whispered in the distant past. All smudged into a dusty closet where they roam endlessly.
dulce-ivonne
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
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