What is this?
What gives you a sense? What is that spark? I want to know. So badly.
Answer; 13. Five things you would need to survive, if left alone on a deserted...
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The Great Gatsby: A Rambling Poem About Nonsense.
The flowers bloom, The sky is an orange hue, Today is Spring’s due, To who you seek whom? I dream of frolicking; In a field of green grass, But all I see, alas! Is the key to heart’s locket.