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sclera comes the moon, pupils set me deep: between the lumber of your eye where the sunshine likes to meet.
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Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
As You Turned Around To Look at Me
sclera comes the moon, pupils set me deep: between the lumber of your eye where the sunshine likes to meet.
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22/M/Toronto, Ontario
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
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