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we leaped over pillows, we fought with those
we stomped those over with our feet and my braded wet hair was smelling like sun and jasmine I thought the time has stopped stuck months, weeks and days the sun has gone down many more times over my scattered lying on the floor clothes now it has taken the shape of my lips and just keeps silent while dying, butterflies are struggling less than men
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