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[sneakynoises]

the memory of youuuu came prancing around my waist where i wasss and the song of the sigh fleeew out of the window and lit up the top of the pine trees. You, with the sun forrr a shawlll. Of course he wasnt dead. he could never be dead until i myself had finished feeling and thinking. the kiss of your memory made pictures of love and light

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[chorchew]

i love you you are wonderful