๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐พ๐ท, ๐ถ๐ธ๐ธ๐ท ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ
either the moon.
But yet,
you still think that you don’t belong here
-not a poems
๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ท๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐พ๐๐
the birds were chattering campus was quiet only for them to talk the eyesight of her smile over his joke leaves falling for their company sometimes life feels like a movie with a different story half an hour passed like nothing but it means everything he said he likes books too, as they spoke the same language his presence was soothing no one wants to rose from the seat it’s like they're glued to each other’s the invisible string until she’s the one who left first before the string got thicker
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