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Apr 2014
The past never
disappears

it

l   i   n   g   e   r   s

on

in
your
fut­ure
dreams
"The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand"
mosquitoism
Written by
mosquitoism  Istanbul
(Istanbul)   
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