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Reminiscence

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The rustle of the leaves

That bustle in her heart,

Are longing for the time

That is in the past.

 

The dreams that are lost

 And the days that are gone

 Are all she now craves.

 

But little does she know

She hunts for the past

The fairytale gone bad ►

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Yugol Barman

Fri 26th Jun 2015 21:14

As I said, it's really nice....

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