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father built of the finest stone and breathing wood my anchor in rough waters you do not let me fly you do not let me drown father built of the softest down and bluest eyes my anchor my anchor

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ama21

46 / F / American

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Written by

ama21

46 / F / American

Published

Jun 15, 2014

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1m

Tags: #eyes #father #blue #anchor #stone #wood

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