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I dreamt of you, walking through a thick fog towards me, coming slow with flowers in your hand this city is draped in a heavy air early morning, I wake in bed alone and the timid dawn slowly pulls me back to life we hardly mumble to each other as we pass
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
quickened footsteps
I dreamt of you, walking through a thick fog towards me, coming slow with flowers in your hand this city is draped in a heavy air early morning, I wake in bed alone and the timid dawn slowly pulls me back to life we hardly mumble to each other as we pass
sean-devlin
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
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