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| a star on my hand, a mist in your eye. so random these things that make it so real. i never knew that this would be it. now that it’s here, i’m left wondering what. i miss these things that are left behind. the shadows, they linger beyond what’s left of the light. why are the starfish not in the sea? ahead. the leaves glimmer in the night. the smoke fills my eyes. i am here. nowhere but here. | ||
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