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Jul 2015
the day you left was the day i felt like laying a bed of cashmere
the scars in my arms were suddenly healed
the thoughts in my head got flushed away,
like darkness being overpowered by luminescence
shrieks of horror taken over by beautiful murmurs
**why didnt you leave a long time ago?
moon
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moon  toronto
(toronto)   
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