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The silent teardrops on the White, taut skin. The rush of color to the Face, the reds, the blacks. A silhouette appears from the Deliberate motions of the Hand. So soft those silent Teardrops on the face.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
Teardrops
The silent teardrops on the White, taut skin. The rush of color to the Face, the reds, the blacks. A silhouette appears from the Deliberate motions of the Hand. So soft those silent Teardrops on the face.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
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