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369dreamergirl

Published: Sep 9, 2011

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_{but we were so empty and yet,
so full at the same time. we brought our
hearts in our hands and raised them to the stars
like gifts to the gods.

we sat and sighed at the waves that crashed,
rising and falling, beating and breaking,
angry and lonely all at once.

and we watched the wind chase leaves through
an empty room and wondered why
we were not blown away with it.}

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