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''go on '' I whisper, as I open my hands towards unforgiving the sky, you are free now. a single **** gracefully leaves my hands, soaring smoothly into the open air, my last **** has gone. I have none left to give.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
The one, the only, **** to give.
''go on '' I whisper, as I open my hands towards unforgiving the sky, you are free now. a single **** gracefully leaves my hands, soaring smoothly into the open air, my last **** has gone. I have none left to give.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
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