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Apr 2019
he looked at me
like i painted the ocean blue
like i was the only promise he was meant to keep
like i was the one to throw stardust in the sky and create the milky way

—how do you live up to a reputation like that?
mikhaila
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mikhaila  20/F/bowling green
(20/F/bowling green)   
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