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Dreamsicle Mournings: I mourn your Warnings. Early Mornings: A thorn in my Rosary- I’m stuck on the Same prayer. I’ve torn my White wings- Forever falling. Forlorn for Rosemary. God, get me There.

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lunamoonbug

24 / F / North Carolina/California

For You?

Written by

lunamoonbug

24 / F / North Carolina/California

Published

Dec 11, 2018

Time

1m

Tags: #forlorn #melancholy #takemeback #pastlives

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