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if i could find the same kind of eyes that looked on her i would never have to find again the way she spoke with life a crimson ring on her hand the way he watched with adoration an obsidian pendant round his neck intertwined arms on the black bar flushed faces from the heat of the carriage stealing glances of the other just a breath away- “This station is …” ah, it’s time to get off.
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Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
the couple on the tube