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Oct 2014
And though dampened mood may trickle with bliss its mist one does not evade.
And thus i fade in an attempt to wade,
the mist i slowly become.

So if an elegant breeze should come on by and kiss you hello or goodbye,
consider it an

' I've mist you '

      Melimel - Golden Ghost
WARM WINTER
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WARM WINTER  Soulflame Ⓒ
(Soulflame Ⓒ)   
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