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I had a dream tonight, where you walked through the woods and did not tell me anything. I was afraid. His skin was as white as the snow that fell all around us, his lips were delicate as flowers, in the most beautiful shade of pink. You did not have to tell me, I understood your silence. But remember, my dear. People need to know about their feelings.

#silence #feeling #omen
  3 de Janeiro de 2019 às 08:42
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