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Aug 2013
I don't
know which is drifting
away from me faster- tonight's clouds or the
boy who earned my heart with his
love

of living. He
is the type of person who actually floats
over the floor when he goes
away,

but he is not
at all like a cloud, because
when he is gone the sun is nowhere
in sight.
Written by
Elizabeth  America.
(America.)   
598
   Faith and sassybutsweet
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