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Feb 2012
Don't  you  wish   we
could drink red wine
on    the    sand    and
watch  it   run   under
our    fingers,   in   our
blood, washed  up  in
the sand   like    stains.
©Nicola-Isobel H.         16.02.2012
Isobel G
Written by
Isobel G  25/F/Australia
(25/F/Australia)   
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