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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Not today Justin

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Mike Driver
we're not kids anymore.

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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i miss rp bruv
but im too busy to stay afloat in fast paced rps
literally us gays growing up and trying to relate to something
Pablo Neruda. Caballos. Estravagario. [10]
The moon, calm and caring, reaches out every sunset and sunrise to the vibrant sun. In return the sun always reaches back.
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[…] I thought I had to become more than I was, more than I’d been.
but that wasn’t it. It seemed rather that
something had to go. Something had to be let go of.
— Marie Howe, from “The Teacher,” Magdalene: Poems
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I kneel into a dream where I am good & loved. I am good. I am loved. My hands have made some good mistakes. They can always make better ones.
Natalie Wee, “Least of All,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (Amazon / Goodreads)
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