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Jun 2014
Blue seeps into the crystalline lines of broken windows,

then slowly but surely,
turning a shade far too dark.

And you can no longer see the difference between

outside
                     or    
                             inside.

Whole heart
                          or  broken, bruised heart


You  
                                  or no you.
Hello there!
It is absolutely freezing here. My hands are so cold. Eeeep.
Take care you, you and you! x
Amanda
Written by
Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
652
   Michael Duong, --- and paper boats
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