Desiree

Desiree;

one third reckless runaway,
two thirds wishful writer.
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21.2.11

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to all that was signed, sealed and posted far far away into the deepest chambers of my heart.
to all that forever, shall remain my darkest secret. forefinger on lips, forever silenced.