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Apr 2018
I wanted him strolling through
the lightnings.
Leftover lessons ones I didn't feel
like teaching.
Ones you pick up on the way home,
at Gerrard & Church,
         Streambank & Lornewood.
"Is he gonna be the one
made for you,
         or are you gonna build him."
I never studied architecture.
I never liked small talk
         about overcast weather.
and I never thought love was built

                                    only gathered.
struggling with ideas of love, self-growth, and becoming the right version for the right one.
Laura
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Laura  26/F/Toronto
(26/F/Toronto)   
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