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skiddlee bap too de
and the world is
dark and the windows are wet with morning dew. Few venture to remain in bed when the sun rises and no one cares that they didn’t sleep and the world is Spring where ink is rain falling on- to paper (and ink is not the tears that winter watched fall) I am in she within me~ which is all I need |
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