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Dec 2014
One day you will meet a boy
and he will cause your fingertips to go numb with the thought of his laughter. Your eyes will fall every time they meet his,
as if his are a sea of rich green and yours never learned how to swim.
And as your lips draw nearer,
you will stall just to feel his breath on your cheek.
Clover
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Clover
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   WanderLust, --- and SPT
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