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The way she came in, She glanced at you, She drank her black tea, She smiles at you, To change your Satori, As a new awakening.
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
Unexpected February Cold Afternoon
The way she came in, She glanced at you, She drank her black tea, She smiles at you, To change your Satori, As a new awakening.
Sensitive people should be treasured. They love deeply and think deeply about life. They are loyal, honest, and true. The simple things sometimes mean the most to them. They don't need to change or harden. Their purity makes them who they are.
laurent
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
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