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Sunday, November 7, 2010
A Flower Red
Something red,
Something bled,
Someone's crying,
Someone's dead.
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Adele
A 23-year-old feminist and science student based in Melbourne, intrigued by personal style and inspired by moodboards. Email me: pentlandadele@gmail.com
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