I want to meet someone unlike anyone I have met before, and when I do, I want to love and be loved desperately, foolishly, inconveniently, helplessly. I feel old, like thrift store air and stale bread, like dry rubber bands and fading dye. I want to be new, like grass after first rainfall and the smell of chopped cilantro, like unworn leather shoes
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