29 | Goodbye
When the wind blows, dandelions drift apart.
He was smiling with tears...
Each drop a salt to my bleeding heart.
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When the wind blows, dandelions drift apart.
He was smiling with tears...
Each drop a salt to my bleeding heart.
***
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