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Feb 2018
there’s a safe space with birds peeking through mandalas and trees erupting from skies next to a fireplace that reeks of cigarettes and gasoline, it rattles like hearts do when they realize just how much they miss home, with two thrones behind tapestries that hide malarkey while sunlight sits in the driver’s seat as we track miles like tally marks with bleeding ears
vega
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vega  19/Cisgender Female/Charm City
(19/Cisgender Female/Charm City)   
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   emmie cosgrove
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