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Apr 2017
Tonight I decided that I love the way that he looks
at me.
With eyes softer than infinite rolling clouds,
they make the finite
nature of my haphazard existence feel appreciably less
confining.
This is old, but ******* he's more beautiful than ever.
Ariana
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Ariana
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