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Mar 2019
When our eyes meet the ashes turn to embers and flutter like golden butterflies.
They rise and swirl tickle the sides of my tummy.
It is a heavenly feeling
I would not give it up for the world, but I am scared that I will.
Because yellow only lasts for so long.
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Celestite  14/F/somewhere lmao idk
(14/F/somewhere lmao idk)   
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     Mari, peyt and Fawn
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