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Apr 2016
you’re sad again i think it’s because of them
you have these dark brown eyes i want to get lost in.
they are as deep as the soil in my grandmother's garden.
your gaze nourishes and brings bright beautiful things to the earth,
yet you are crying over somebody who does not care for gardens.
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Summer  21/h e l l
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