the paper boy was long departed and the hustle of young city life took his place.
precious. precious epochs of life sifted off as she indubitably envisaged their true i n s i g n i f i c a n c e.
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Ephemeral
Poetry❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017
