Once oldie Once it would not have mattered. I would have felt wooden but spring always followed and I scattered my thoughts innocently. I am no longer sure if this can continue I search desperately for the pale substance that formed a lifeline. It linked each day with whispers and somehow enhanced... Sign in to see full entry.
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