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Oct 2014
But the thing is,
Is that how ever many times I try this thing called love
I can't seem to grasp it,
I feel like its a flying dove
and I'm just a lone cricket..
Unable to follow it into the sunset.

- E.A.F
Elizabeth Fruin
Written by
Elizabeth Fruin  27/F/Durham
(27/F/Durham)   
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   Harley Hucof
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