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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Midnight.

And tomorrow is a never day
Oh love, just go to sleep
But my soul wanders the dark streets
And traces the Golden Gate railings
To leap from the crust of this earth -
Posted by Rebekah Grey at 10:00 PM
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