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Until the ink dries. That's what I say. Maybe those thoughts Will Float away. Memories that are distant Thoughts that Sway. Easily broken like Fragile, freshly blown glass.
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
Drying Ink
Until the ink dries. That's what I say. Maybe those thoughts Will Float away. Memories that are distant Thoughts that Sway. Easily broken like Fragile, freshly blown glass.
Nigel91983
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Nigel91983
35/F/Lavonia, GA
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
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