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Aug 2019
I can’t look right at you
Because if i do you might disappear
Like a dream in the morning,
(when the yellow light is seeping in)
That slips from between your sleep soaked fingers
Out of the open window and into the air
I can’t look right at you
Because i might be blinded by the existence of you
Loud and bright and hot
Like a star
Like the sun
So overwhelming and painful to touch but so warm to be held by
sometimes i get overwhelmed by how perfect a moment is. like driving fast with the windows down, i can’t look right at it or it’ll all be too much. so i look out the window instead
Julia Friedman
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Julia Friedman  20/F
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     CarolineSD and kain
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