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You walk down the pathway of grass Despite it raining, the grass is greener then the stolen emeralds in your mothers porcelain jewellery box Your oversized boots leak but you wouldn't dare throw them away due to memories that have been stored away into their broken leather and frayed laces that you can't afford to repair, let alone replace And as you walk, you realise: You are not meant to be here
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Petrichor
You walk down the pathway of grass Despite it raining, the grass is greener then the stolen emeralds in your mothers porcelain jewellery box Your oversized boots leak but you wouldn't dare throw them away due to memories that have been stored away into their broken leather and frayed laces that you can't afford to repair, let alone replace And as you walk, you realise: You are not meant to be here
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
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