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[daffodilldreams]

You keep a white butterfly pocket-bound and at your side. When you look up, stars beckon, clouds take shape and something remains idle beside you. You have a calling that turns the world into black and white. You see less more clearly. Everyday is a step beyond specks on the horizon. Fire escape moments infused with groggy eyes make her feel movie

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from Louis

[anonymous]

good Atmosphere line with a twist.

[up_on_the_roof]

your journal is always so literary... and interesting...