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Oct 3
Baby blew.
The wind carries and will continue to,
indefinitely until hues unrecognizable
pass you by. You don’t bat an eye.
Chest pings, our Morse code transcending
The distance placed, and
never closed.
Preferring the perpendicular to the parallel?
Just you,
Baby’s blue.
It was never up to me, though. Never got a chance.
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
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