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something about this wild girl scares me in her eyes i cannot see anything that even remotely reminds me of me and the mirror is quite smooth reflective indeed but this jacket and sulky pout cannot possibly be suiting me her curly head of curls must equally be filled with dreams but i shall never know what she hopes for me quite silent is she (so silent and yet free) but if she says not even a thing then i suppose i shall have to let her be
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
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something about this wild girl scares me in her eyes i cannot see anything that even remotely reminds me of me and the mirror is quite smooth reflective indeed but this jacket and sulky pout cannot possibly be suiting me her curly head of curls must equally be filled with dreams but i shall never know what she hopes for me quite silent is she (so silent and yet free) but if she says not even a thing then i suppose i shall have to let her be
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Oct 17, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
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