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thin air created addiction in me- of cotton, spice, and the ocean. yet i distrust my nose, in spite of my blooming, ageless hope; sometimes it picks up on sequences that aren't mine to chase. is it selfish to say that all i've ever wanted was a chance for your heart?
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
maddened
thin air created addiction in me- of cotton, spice, and the ocean. yet i distrust my nose, in spite of my blooming, ageless hope; sometimes it picks up on sequences that aren't mine to chase. is it selfish to say that all i've ever wanted was a chance for your heart?
i'm scared.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
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