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Jun 2014
one day your name will just be an unfortunate set of syllables and your eyes won't be starlight and i'll stop looking for you in the most ludicrous places

but for now

hearing your name supplies the air i breathe and your eyes are the constellations i wish on and i'll be on my knees checking under my bed for you shortly
sabrina
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sabrina  the mountains
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