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being born in a place with no traffic lights you wouldn’t know of such things called jaywalking sep 7 2026 ∞
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each morning you rise, staring at her figure from behind the curtains the light casts a soft shadow, her figure faint but her presence still there eventually her form and figure will gradually disappear into the night where each night you fall, dreaming about the morning where you stare at her figure behind the curtains the light beaming in your eyes, her figure faint but her presence no longer there. aug 21 2026 ∞
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