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Jun 2015
A paisley star-birth and I was holding hands with a flower,
she's freckled and she stains

A party in the woods but we stood by the river
"I don't know what you're feeling" and you still don't to this day

I muttered "****" under my breath a thousand times,
sipping lemon water, it started to rain

I couldn't see anything- but a black hole took me home, all alone,
and that street's light never faded but it's me who didn't stay
Emilia
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