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It was like fog, Inconvenient and beautiful. It was like the sun in winter, Welcomed but deceitful. And so was his love, Like these things.
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Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC
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It was like fog, Inconvenient and beautiful. It was like the sun in winter, Welcomed but deceitful. And so was his love, Like these things.
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Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC
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