my coat (a modern testiment to yeats)
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gwendolen_09
"it was in love i was created, and in love is how i hope i die." Paulo Nutini i am a music and poetry writing pixie girl with a sharp tooth for grammar and modernist poetic form. please comment my work as i have little self esteem. ^_^
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