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[babaenita]

they came in three. its always in threes. like memories of highschool. like witchcraft. oh the weight and the wait the way that i never had enough of myself to myself nor enough of that in itself to share, not enough of it. i let the feelings subside the panic dissipate, let the time cascade and i felt it out. i didnt get on the plane, it was the

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[bluetomorrow]

this

[babaenita]

this?