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1d
i went to your father’s wedding
and that look on your face:
i could read your mind.
‘maybe it will be this way forever’
‘maybe they’ll be happy without me’
you looked at them,
doing their first dance,
and i looked at you
a bit of a niche experience but i’m hoping this gets to those who understand
Written by
lyla
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