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We run through the forest
On winged feet
Dodging the shrubbery
Dodging that one persistent branch
As we run in circles
It always seems to catch us
At our worst.
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June
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- Parting.
- Falling
- Telepathy.
- I beseech thee.
- Untitled.
- Drive me home
- Marriage
- Figure Skaters.
- Fickle Boy.
- That Mistake.
- My Confusion.
- Laserquest.
- Growing.
- "That" one.
- Potential.
- The Web We Weave
- The Test.
- My locker.
- My tutor.
- Blackjack.
- Take a chance.
- Encryption
- Tomorrow.
- Love v. Loving.
- Sorry.
- Chatam.
- Mosquitos
- Snubbed.
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About Me
- Sasha
- Sasha. Female. Strange from A-Z. Misses family dinners and hugs that show love rather than obligation. Where'd the merry-go-rounds go?
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