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casey; won't you come into the garden? i would like my roses to see you...
cynthiatedy:
“loyalty is a language so foreign
understood by the heart, forsaken by the flesh
its wake only felt when caught close by
just like a scent obliviously memorized
”
  • cynthiatedy

    loyalty is a language so foreign
    understood by the heart, forsaken by the flesh
    its wake only felt when caught close by
    just like a scent obliviously memorized

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