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She seemed to sing a higher pitch. An unobtainable dream. Even Aphrodite couldn't utter the destructive words she sang. Beauty called saying "come and chase me" but grace never runs in a race.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
Grace
She seemed to sing a higher pitch. An unobtainable dream. Even Aphrodite couldn't utter the destructive words she sang. Beauty called saying "come and chase me" but grace never runs in a race.
libby-duncan
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
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