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Feb 2018
i met you at sunset
when the hour was golden
and i forgot that life was a burden
and all i could think about
was you

— and the next minute, you disappeared, for you were a being of the golden hour. no more, no less.
z
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z  17/F/neverland
(17/F/neverland)   
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