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Pour real life down on me and let me embrace and contemplate its current and course.-
She took her hands and re-enacted the clock. tick. tick. tock. tock. Its never tick tock unless you oblige it. She needs to recognize the history in every rare casement. Even if her silly mind wont let it. The soil had missed her tips and the sky her hair band happiness.
Goodbye to worrying about untested lust. – it said in her green tea.
Paranoia? -It’s a fools game right?-
(i miss writing sometimes)
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