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May 2013
the air she shares with me is dense
unlike the before times
when everything was my own, uncompressed.
i only sort of miss it.
laying awake for all the hours of the day,
in bed
curled underneath burnt orange
watching the light fade in and out
as the clouds swam (as they usually do.)
it hits you out of nowhere
like this morning..
awake through the dawn,
i knew i was in love with you.
casper elliott owens
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   madeline may
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