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dried flowers

Where are you my love? Chasing shadows along storm swept streets? Turbulence has exfoliated the rosy blush from my cheeks. If I speak my words may bleed down our silent walls. If you change your mind I’ll be waiting by the front gate dried flowers in my hair.

dried flowers

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