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Jun 13
Calm.
Fresh air.
Pink and orange sky.
Meaningful talks.
Right moment.

It's not loud or obvious.
But it's still there.
It lingers in the stolen glances.
You just feel it.

At night, ruminating.
I'll run to you.
I'll come to you.
Take my kidney with you.
Summer Finn
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Summer Finn
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