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Feb 2011
The wind blows and I hear it whisper lightly in my ear...I can't make out the words...But as it blows I imagine a field and I seem to be in the center the wind blowing sweet memories into my mind,It's so siren yet I feel the danger for the bad memories approach...And still I listen as the good memories turn bad...
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
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