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Sometimes when the moonlight strikes, just right through the window, I can see you laying there, black glistening hair shimmering off the light, a peaceful...
Sometimes when the moonlight strikes, just right through the window, I can see you laying there, black glistening hair shimmering off the light, a peaceful...
Melon sized orb driven thoughts, life’s lessons in a dream. No time tempo caught. No measured tick, Only a set of steady hiccups. Moving more...
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