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Dec 2013
Truth is, I have this tiny vestige of a daydream.

Where, I postulate and wistfully theorise that the heart's volume is infinite.

Its depths are unknown.

For its an empty oblivion; patiently waiting to be
filled, filled and filled.

And, you prove that.
*Every. Single. Day.
Amanda
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Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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