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Dec 2018
It isn't until the lights turn black you realize you miss the sun and her warmth,
but is it almost enough to brave the darkness to see her light again?
Or is it just a sadistic trick to let her rays slip through your palms again back into dead, twinkling twilight.
Autmn T
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Autmn T  20/Cisgender Female/Iowa
(20/Cisgender Female/Iowa)   
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