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Dec 2015
A happy family makes three.
You two are grown.
Doesn't matter much to me.
My heart is always with you.
Your souls are never alone.
Wish you could know what I do.
This knowledge must not be with you yet.
I'm thrown.
Forever loving thee.
Goldfinch
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Goldfinch
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   Sumina Thapaliya and Celeste
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