—Ian William L.
Monday, 28 April 2014
eighteen months
—Ian William L.
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And I don't mind shouting this so loud, that it knocks down stars. That it sounds in ugly places. That I am this one clumsy sentence echoed through all time: I love you.
—Ian William L.
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