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my mother always found souvenirs meaningless two years back, you brought something back from China for me; I've never been to China someday I might swing by on moondrops with a nightingale's cry and find out which pack of 10s this pen came from and suddenly one day I realise that all I have left of this person is this souvenir from two years ago
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
Blue Pens Penning Blues
my mother always found souvenirs meaningless two years back, you brought something back from China for me; I've never been to China someday I might swing by on moondrops with a nightingale's cry and find out which pack of 10s this pen came from and suddenly one day I realise that all I have left of this person is this souvenir from two years ago
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
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