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Apr 2019
Breath. collected yet irregular.
As if im walking through the air.
With you, I have no care.
Have you realized how special you are?
To me, with you, the storms are a breeze, the oceans-- at ease. No sunburns to be found, feet planted on the ground.
                With you around, all I get is
                                sun-kissed.
L
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L  Californa
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