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A tiny universe rest on my skin, A reflection of Amber and gold. Belly flopped jives and reaping Good times exists in the howling Wind.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
sand on my skin
A tiny universe rest on my skin, A reflection of Amber and gold. Belly flopped jives and reaping Good times exists in the howling Wind.
TheShame
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
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