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Jun 10
The coffee's always going cold too fast,
the jeans around my waist are never loose enough.

I'm looking for warmth in blue eyes,
why are they the colour of ice?

Can you hear the buzzing?
Is it crickets in the summer?

Are we beautiful yet?
Are we loved?
i'm tired of growing up
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   Kalliope
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