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Current mood:  thoughtful
older older the lights are growing golder
brittle bones break instead of bend
the longer you live, the more you get older
i've seen pictures of your smile
standing on a hillside, yearning for the sea
i think i'll play you a song, so you can
dream
dream of icecream and sprinkles
dream of mountain air and bicycles with baskets for flowers
i want to play you a song, so you can
dream: love.
9:26 AM
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