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i stand miles above and from town, observing the little specks of pure white and monarch orange lights; some lights cluster and kiss, while some run and hide between botany. through the lens of logic,
I hope you blush when I compliment you. Oh god, sorry. That was weird. Can I start again? It's just that- I like you. A lot.
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