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She, a porcelain worker. her hair dripped in soothing perfume lies behind the lonely river to watch the skies reach out to her. and bring young dazzling memories of past lovers. Her joy is also in the night that embraces the blazing fire within and bring stars that would never stop shining. Her ferocious love away from the sun is magic in this long night. In the distance flowers in her garden bloom at the sight of the stars and dance in the sound of the universe.
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
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She, a porcelain worker. her hair dripped in soothing perfume lies behind the lonely river to watch the skies reach out to her. and bring young dazzling memories of past lovers. Her joy is also in the night that embraces the blazing fire within and bring stars that would never stop shining. Her ferocious love away from the sun is magic in this long night. In the distance flowers in her garden bloom at the sight of the stars and dance in the sound of the universe.
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
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