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Jun 2014
This **** is so deep
I cant even talk
the nature calls to me

I want to breathe the magical air
That fairies guard with wings
The coldness is sharp
The loss is sad

But I must live on earth
Without the wings, without the past
That the magnificent maleficent had
Daria
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Daria  Washington
(Washington)   
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