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Tangled-Tales

Published: Jun 4, 2014

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I wish
my veins
of ocean blue
flowed not just
to my heart,
but to
yours too.

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This is REALLY short, sorry about that. Not too much to read. Might edit this one some more, we shall see I guess. FEEDBACK PLEASE!

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