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the weatherman said fifty degrees so i left the house in the thinnest sweater i own. and i think it really might be spring because i can see the pupils in my eyes clearly again. all over my neighborhood the old couples are taking walks slowly with their hands together and i'm only listening to the sweetest music i own anymore, the kind that breaks

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[poetic_fire]

yeah, and you think "I" should start writing... i love the words in here... they are all so pretty... you should write a novel... that might be your thing...

[______blackout]

thanks babycakes. i don't know about that, though. also thank you for the margaritas. xoxoxoxoxox and o