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There, my Love steps and Here, my love follows like a small moon in orbit My soul raptured and Smothered amongst her rising Sun's Shadows... Waiting... I find myself buried like bad habits- A pack of cigs for her glossed lips On a Thursday afternoon stroll.
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
Thursday Afternoon Stroll.
There, my Love steps and Here, my love follows like a small moon in orbit My soul raptured and Smothered amongst her rising Sun's Shadows... Waiting... I find myself buried like bad habits- A pack of cigs for her glossed lips On a Thursday afternoon stroll.
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
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