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Apr 2017
"What are we?" she asked.
"Just a speck of dust in the galaxy," he sighed.
That is not what she meant.
"It's ironic isn't it?" she fidgeted, gazing at his eyes. "That that speck of dust, turned out to be my whole galaxy."
this came out so random
yne
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yne  dont belong to no city
(dont belong to no city)   
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