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Blueberry picking

by Emski

I still loved you, But stopped hoping. Raindrops racing down the windows, Condensed. Igniting candles, Wax dripping onto the sill. Light growing dim. Reminiscing, Blueberry picking Fresh smell of pine. Purple fingers, I saw you. But you did not see me. You never saw me.
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24 / F / Durham
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Written by
Emski
24 / F / Durham
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Aug 31, 2022
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