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As I lay alone at the edge of a blue covered bed, two index finger dancing in the air I can see around me, there's a thing who finds a way how can I see myself surrounding with delicate flourish flowers.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
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As I lay alone at the edge of a blue covered bed, two index finger dancing in the air I can see around me, there's a thing who finds a way how can I see myself surrounding with delicate flourish flowers.
ecka-abraham
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
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