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what do i want?

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Awasteof-paint

Published: Aug 21, 2010

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to sit on a curb
with you, not even caring
what we will do next.

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paper7planes

Apr 1, 2011

Sometimes when moments are unplanned, they are the best. At the same time, it's rare to find people who are willing to share such a moment. Fortuitous & raw, but sparkling with the unknown.

I am enamored by your writing <33 Thanks for sharing your talent ^^

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