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My mind is an amusing place - A notebook of handwoven paper Each memory writes itself down Adorning the plain amber paper. How, then, can I forget you? You constitute my mind I only turn pages It takes too much to tear them and rebind.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
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My mind is an amusing place - A notebook of handwoven paper Each memory writes itself down Adorning the plain amber paper. How, then, can I forget you? You constitute my mind I only turn pages It takes too much to tear them and rebind.
amrutha
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25/F/Indian
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
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