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May 2019
Sometimes when all of my memories and thoughts about you build up, my tongue feels like its too big for my mouth and the wind feels like needles. My brain feels like cotton and all I can smell is that very specific, heart beating too fast, stomach in my throat kind of scent of you. I hate it.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Khoisan
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