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Feb 2018
The fire burnt out and the ash floated away.
creating patterns around our fingers we couldn't ignore
it was there when we would stare into each other's eyes for hours on end.

There.

That's how I'll remember you.
Tøast
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Tøast  22/M/England
(22/M/England)   
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