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Sunday, April 2, 2017

Long motorways and borders hold Wavy mountains cross my path The stony ground of French memories Quick to poison and soil my grasp. She slipped away in innocence Her eyes alight to all that's new Her lessons of life in one small bag I hoped would see her through They gave her structure to her waking... Sign in to see full entry.

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