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I knew her from time to time. Not the curve of her but the arc of her eyes. That each step she took, she glided. and in that moment she became my heart, echoing my mind.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
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I knew her from time to time. Not the curve of her but the arc of her eyes. That each step she took, she glided. and in that moment she became my heart, echoing my mind.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
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