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Jul 2014
Your head rested upon my thigh
My emotions run high
I watch you slowly drifting off into a better place
Somewhere beautiful, somewhere safe.
If I could go to the mystical haven with you in this instant
I would.
I would love nothing more than to drift away.
Millie Armstead
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Millie Armstead  England
(England)   
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