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Mar 2014
Sorry
plays its incessant note

&

fades like wisps of smoke.

Like

s
             *p
  
                  i
                       l
                           t
                                wine

on this

dust-mote
kissed
floor.

Red,
than
g o n e.
I feel a little blue, I need me some yellow.
:')
Hope you like this one, lovelies!
x
Amanda
Written by
Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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