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May 2020
Sorcery: Magnetic Poetry 3
He came at night and thought of me,
saw my happy.

Run home, boy
I am not the girl you play.
I am glowing
like magic.
haley
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haley  19/F/seattle, wa
(19/F/seattle, wa)   
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