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Feb 2018
eyelash that clings to a cheek?
or maybe the snow that falls silently at midnight.
perhaps i am the scuffling of feet on rainy pavement.
unplaceable, uncategorizedβ€”i feel like this a lot.
that one song that you can't seem to place in any playlists.
not quite sunrise, i guess.
schuyler
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schuyler  20/F/at sea
(20/F/at sea)   
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