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Permalink that there would be …no traces of you here… Dear Mr Ocean, I will love you forever, and I promise, I’ll always want to come back. Yours Truly, s
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Permalink Is it the sky spitting blues or the blues spitting skies?…or chimneys spitting something else..
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