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I no more know as much I should.Save for each mute gaze mistake, all depths eye pairs gleam, reflect,yet I cheer for each such fall,and as tongues are..
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Another post from my group that I wish to save here
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...but Nothing is Lost
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Oh, how I've missed you dear!To breed your annoyance by ruffling your hair.Hold you in my arms, close to my heart,as if I lacked all of our moments th..
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Mirror, mirror of shared spaceWhat purpose do impressions take?What is time here, what is change?Why do contrasts seem the same?What end sense does it..
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http://sarahreesbrennan.tumblr.com/post/37555864305/oh-this-is-so-pretty-and-so-sad
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From a particular chat in the "We are all mad here" group that I liked far too much.
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Weaver!I plead to piercethis plot unknown.why our steps fellthrough this web of old.It still gradually swells,constant and fierce,by the edge of our s..
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Elisa_Lam
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There is a sense of wrongto be a place you call your home,in which space is a part of you,and something so much more.A small transparent framerests on..
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