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There is no order of words that could ever capture you. But here I am, Writing, with a disarrayed heart, With the thought of your name.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
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There is no order of words that could ever capture you. But here I am, Writing, with a disarrayed heart, With the thought of your name.
ravanna-dee
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
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