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Oct 2017
as unlikely in love as

sand is not to toss under the wind

the southside is to sleep at night

stone is to soften against your head

as rain is to not be wet

but the stinging sensation
when you left
"the pain isn't real, just chemicals tellin' my brain how I ought to be"
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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