I remember walking underneath an ancient bower of wisteria ~ It was then a simpler time. It was all I ever wanted or needed ~ it was beauty in it's prime. tmp
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NEVER KNOWING WHEN OR HOW IT WAS YOU FADED FROM YOUR OWN REFLECTION ~ THE WORDS THAT YOU ARE THINKING SOMEHOW HAVE ALL BEEN SPOKEN AND Y...
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