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May 2015
An ominous red door stands before me not knowing what it holds for me, is the red for the passion of love or red for the sacrifice of it, to open it terrifies me to the core but to not means death to my soul. It pulses before me begging me to touch it to open it, for it to give me what I long for.......
BklynZero
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BklynZero  Brooklyn
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   Anna Vigue
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