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Posted on November 6, 2014November 6, 2014 by dinadanish
  • I wish I were like an ocean: wild, lovable and with a window
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  • if this is dictation it’s driving me wild

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Posted in love, poetryTagged dictation, love, metamorphosis, notes

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