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Oct 2016
Everything I see feels like the past
The lines in your face remind me of
your youth. Simple times
filled with hopes and joys and
dreams that were still worth reaching
Now, the dust has settled and the day
has come when the future
becomes the past and
your soul turns to stone.
avery
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avery  21/F/United States
(21/F/United States)   
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