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I stole that lighter from my sister. When I close my eyes i can see her, She soaks in the sunlight while smoke rises from my mouth, loud euphoria wafting off the water and my breath while I pass it back. The summer is endless there, endless with her. But the lighters gas is almost out and school started last month, so take that as you will. I think id rather stay in bed looking at the back of my eyelids honestly.

@kadeisaway

Sep 28, 2024

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