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Dec 2019
of the street, i turn around and suddenly see you.
I smile, the bus passes, blurring my sight of you.
But i don't need it anymore, as your image is now stuck on my mind.

Your full lips are calling me, your round eyes hinting to me that i've finally found,
Someone right.
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atlas  21/Non-binary/Portugal
(21/Non-binary/Portugal)   
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