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have i to be flown eyes through seas salt through sands sees trying me through this through through through fabricated trees my finger tips brushing tips her hips watching me wanting me in between circle ing over canyons here we breathe from the cave she calms to me listen to her sing what wings ? ... .. .
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
what wings
have i to be flown eyes through seas salt through sands sees trying me through this through through through fabricated trees my finger tips brushing tips her hips watching me wanting me in between circle ing over canyons here we breathe from the cave she calms to me listen to her sing what wings ? ... .. .
feather tips ... .. .
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
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