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Apr 2015
The dusts that stumbling down when our eyes can't even see
Telling us where are we going to be
The mixture of emotions that lay endlessly
Hides my sorrows tremendously…
We were lost, drifting in the unending ocean of luminescence.
annvelope
Written by
annvelope  Stockholm
(Stockholm)   
558
   --- and Jeremy Irving Crocker
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