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Apr 2015
And with one last breath she said his name, with one final step not made in vein.. A glassy glance at a picture in hand, a final dance, but not hand to hand. Her tears run hot, down her pale white cheek. she just wants to close her eyes and fall asleep..
Sarahgrace Abbott
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Sarahgrace Abbott
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