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Under the strain of a gleaming lightness, chronically sitting across an empty chair. Book, book mark, pen, and a glittering loneliness to sting the rest.
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
Perhaps being in the right place would never be enough for there was no right time
Under the strain of a gleaming lightness, chronically sitting across an empty chair. Book, book mark, pen, and a glittering loneliness to sting the rest.
isabella-obrien
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
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