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Jun 2014
The sun folds into the moon and dances new light on forgotten grounds, these grounds grow and tend to hearts like yours; rare and beautiful. I'd say it's a garden but it's not really, you are a swimming pool and I'd happily drown amongst your stars... I already have.
I was tired and very in love.
Madds
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Madds  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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