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wilted petals on, your bookcase, perfume fills the- room like the echo, melodies play as you enter, almost out of breath, loved to death.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
dying passion; blank eyes.
wilted petals on, your bookcase, perfume fills the- room like the echo, melodies play as you enter, almost out of breath, loved to death.
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unrequited
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
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