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Jul 2023
all i think about is him
the way he looks into my eyes
sees my pain and passions
he, who is directive
but softens his eyes looking into my soul

despite never having held something so delicate, so fragile,
he isn’t afraid of holding me tight
he sits with me as i cry
and tells me i’m beautiful.
Murakami
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Murakami  21/F/Vancouver, Canada
(21/F/Vancouver, Canada)   
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