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Aug 2014
Follow the modest airwaves that dance on the night. Feel young in it's serene mimics and sight. Wring out the persona that illumines the night's allure. Intersect dawn and dusk, with the day and night's colure. Respond to me as if too fondly and settle your scores. Heartbeats shimmer in the roar of gentle snores.
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