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the water logged petunias are tangled between the honeycomb of the trees. i remember how we used to sneak out and watch the sunset together. we sigh and intertwine our hands before the fading heat. crossing our pinkies because we both promised this. us?. yeah. we would last. you kiss my pearly white teeth and i wonder why your shedding mercury tears. you say it's because your afraid you can't keep the promise. i assure her that i can be anything she want me to be.

you already are, she whispers.





ugh exams are killing me and it's a hassle to get enough time to write so I can only get out short pieces like these sorryyy:(
(again I will be done until may-ish but I'm not sure if I'm going to write one more after that)

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