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A game of 'He likes me, he likes me not,' in your head because you're above plucking petals

Until then

Summer, love, you were the one who got away.

Tell me now, what if I were your kaleidoscope? Tell me I am beautiful in my own ruins mesmerizing in ..

Love, I thought it was. I couldn’t help but smile at your soft gaze. You looked away as I saw color rising to your cheeks

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