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Snowglobe

by isobel-g

I'm not sure what I'm holding on to, I can't see past my eyes, Not anymore, There's no taste, When the senses meet my tongue
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28 / F / Australian
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Written by
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28 / F / Australian
Published
Apr 18, 2012
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1m
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©Nicola-Isobel H. 18.04.2012

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