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| blueberries for you |
she was glass to glass with him. he was having the hardest time peeling himself from her magnetic hold. finger to finger. breath to breath. when he finally departed, she watched him until the sky swallowed the space where he used to be. in the cloud of steam he left behind, a vestige of his final, silent goodbye, she drew a pefect circle. |
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