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Aug 18
You smile
I smile
You laugh
I laugh
You cry
I cry
You leave
Do I follow ?
Let's hold hands as we walk along the thorns that will bleed our feet, sands that will slow our journey and pasture that we will build our home
Written by
Pluto  26/M
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