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Mar 2014
Today my English teacher asked us to define love.
I tried to write a story; a great work of fiction indeed.
But in the end the only thing I could describe was the early morning sunrise,
and the colour of your eyes.
posted originally on my blog (rest-in-psychedelia.tumblr.com)
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   Theia Gwen
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