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I WOKE FROM THE DEAD OF WINTER AND YOU SHOWED ME HOW TO BREATHE

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I WOKE FROM THE
DEAD OF WINTER
AND YOU SHOWED
ME HOW TO
BREATHE AGAIN.

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seafoam*

posted March 20, 2016 at 7:10pm UTC tagged with love, winter, lucyquin, quote

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