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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Traveler.

Is it true, what they say?
That she's a time traveler?
We all travel in time, love
But you see things that most don't see

Perhaps she should seal her lips
It'll go away, after all
In time
These longings will become a horizon she's left behind
Posted by Rebekah Grey at 3:47 PM
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