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| we_have_lingered |
tis the wind, and nothing more. (i'm feeling the soft grace of the wind in my hair and i'm wishing it was the warmth of your hand making me blush so.) |
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| ashmanzhou |
nothing more to i or thee a broken nothing past long ago gone now broken shattered dead whispered dreaming in thou head |
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