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Oct 2015
you're thinking about a place you'd like to go.

but you always find yourself staying at home
you tend to stare out the window,
like the moths that get stuck in
they smash themselves until their dust stops falling.

and just like them your eyes always seem to be caught in the lights
or chasing the setting sky.
brianna
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brianna  19/F/Arizona
(19/F/Arizona)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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