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By: littlepeace June 21, 2012
Uncategorizedmusic, poetry

in music

when you find me

speak

little bird

just in time

please don’t call it love

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About Amelia


I'm an editrix, a writer, a poet, a photographer, and a wielder of butter. I love Jesus because He loved me first.

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