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round, round beset amidst a fallen fruit your tiny feet twitch flit, flit wings speak forgotten songs left behind a fallen branch remembers your sweetness - your beingness
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
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round, round beset amidst a fallen fruit your tiny feet twitch flit, flit wings speak forgotten songs left behind a fallen branch remembers your sweetness - your beingness
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
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