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high society.

until you let the spectrum in.

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and in the hole of your stomach, where you wouldn't let me blossom our love alive, there grew a moon and i found your orbit by scanning the circumference of the universe and dividing it by how sorry i was that i made you leave and that i left such a moon inside you.

all i wanted were blossoms.

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