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there are goals in our travels, but it is the roads we travel that counts
torsdag 25 december 2014
Winter blast
Snow in my shoes that melt when I walk down the road. You meant to much,my steps hurried and I'm cold.
Don't leave me. And you left.
Without a single word...
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