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Dec 2014
The damage of emotion.
Endless in its persuasion of an
Absent mind.
Heartless I'm sometimes,
it's a fault of mine.
Climbing over the thoughts.
In this shrine.
thinking thoughtless thoughts
And its fine.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
(NYC)   
636
   Bluebird and Kate Irons
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