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This is what happens when I can't sleep... "That quick breath of beauty breathed upon my hearth heart wreathed in rose-thorn carved stone, feeds flames like a bellows blown. Sparks start, and fly high, as this woeful wary wanderer comes back nigh. Burn bright, burst in brilliance, in love with lustrous light. See the shadows daring dark dance on the face of dalliance, daring, maybe scaring, those faces on which whose smiles reflect eachother's during. Haply, enduring?"
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
This is what happens when I can't sleep...
This is what happens when I can't sleep... "That quick breath of beauty breathed upon my hearth heart wreathed in rose-thorn carved stone, feeds flames like a bellows blown. Sparks start, and fly high, as this woeful wary wanderer comes back nigh. Burn bright, burst in brilliance, in love with lustrous light. See the shadows daring dark dance on the face of dalliance, daring, maybe scaring, those faces on which whose smiles reflect eachother's during. Haply, enduring?"
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
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