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In our hearts, young Finches. The last ash falls upon lucid dreams. Blood stained face, dreaming... Woe! and girl cries out in the night! Spindling tresses stick to damp cheeks.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
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In our hearts, young Finches. The last ash falls upon lucid dreams. Blood stained face, dreaming... Woe! and girl cries out in the night! Spindling tresses stick to damp cheeks.
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30/F/Italian
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
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