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now it is my time to refine. I had lived twice; the third became the sixth. the space between us had visible lines, but she liked what she saw — not that she wanted to see them, not that she ever tried. she liked, sincerely liked, at that time, the distance we had complimented. on a warmer day, she was there to break it all down, flatten it out and lay it on the ground. she stole a few pieces, kept you seeking. yet the epiphany of the heat still remains beyond my words in our missionary sanction.
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
the 6 sense _
now it is my time to refine. I had lived twice; the third became the sixth. the space between us had visible lines, but she liked what she saw — not that she wanted to see them, not that she ever tried. she liked, sincerely liked, at that time, the distance we had complimented. on a warmer day, she was there to break it all down, flatten it out and lay it on the ground. she stole a few pieces, kept you seeking. yet the epiphany of the heat still remains beyond my words in our missionary sanction.
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Feb 21, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
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