We're only star dust, flying through constellations, dancing in whirlpools. Until we fall down and apart. Then we're only starghost, lost in black holes.
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// loves driving when it rains, and whispers in crowded rooms (mostly when nobody hears). paints her toes in wintertime and loves stormy weather and tea.
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