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Nov 2017
sadness is my closest friend
even though we never meet
he's somehow always there for me
when i'm fighting through defeat
his soothing tones drive me close
to my insanity
and although i don't call him
he still waits for me
pluviophile
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pluviophile  17/F/silver wings
(17/F/silver wings)   
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   Tatiana
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