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Sunday, June 27, 2010
metamorphose
we were on that cliff, it was nighttime, cold.
your arm around my shoulder, your whisper in my ear.
you told me we were like the stars, nothing could change us.
but when i woke, it was day and there were no stars, to be seen.
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Paige Baker
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Oooh, I love this SO MUCH! Did you write it?
June 27, 2010 at 6:29 PM
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Oooh, I love this SO MUCH! Did you write it?
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