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a room with a view a frosted window iced shut a portal to you gazing out is like looking through a viewfinder you breeze by quickly as you normally do. gaze downwards, pointed at the earth. i choose these moments to stare get my fill something to think about as i stare up at my ceiling tonight or out in the rain when every falling, flitting leaf reminds me of the sweet boy with cedar eyes
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Feb 20, 2023
Feb 20, 2023 at 9:12 AM UTC
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a room with a view a frosted window iced shut a portal to you gazing out is like looking through a viewfinder you breeze by quickly as you normally do. gaze downwards, pointed at the earth. i choose these moments to stare get my fill something to think about as i stare up at my ceiling tonight or out in the rain when every falling, flitting leaf reminds me of the sweet boy with cedar eyes
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F/riverbathing
Feb 20, 2023
Feb 20, 2023 at 9:12 AM UTC
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