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The rush of Fall leaves Crunchy utterances under Winter boots – I hate the Summer Sunrise sunshine, save a Defiant silhouette beside mine Breathing quiet ocean tides – Innocence like Springtime
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
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The rush of Fall leaves Crunchy utterances under Winter boots – I hate the Summer Sunrise sunshine, save a Defiant silhouette beside mine Breathing quiet ocean tides – Innocence like Springtime
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
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