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Dec 2013
Love is the light that shins threw your hair. Love is the shiver of the midnight breeze. Night or day, love is in the air. Never still for long. So when it comes your way, grab it, before it's gone.
Destiny Rose
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Destiny Rose  Maine.
(Maine.)   
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