i'm running out of time.
meet me at the cherry beach tree.
and there we'll live out my dreams.
n° 82
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
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i'm running out of time.
meet me at the cherry beach tree.
and there we'll live out my dreams.
n° 82
