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Nov 2013
As of now I cannot play him sonnets, I haven't watched his shows.
The thought is rather unpromising,
Perhaps only my savior knows.
There is no a piano in my room, and we can't talk about the plot.
Nothing's quite "Fallen into place" which is why it's only a thought.
londin
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londin  22/F/sober
(22/F/sober)   
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   Emily Tyler
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