It's not the first time we've bitten into a peach.
But now at the same time it splits--half for each.
Our "then" is inside its "now,"
its halved pit unfleshed
what was refreshed.
Two happinesses unfold from one joy, folioed.
In a secret place our moment lies
with its ode inside,
a white lunch box,
with a water bottle <3
But now at the same time it splits--half for each.
Our "then" is inside its "now,"
its halved pit unfleshed
what was refreshed.
Two happinesses unfold from one joy, folioed.
In a secret place our moment lies
with its ode inside,
a white lunch box,
with a water bottle <3
High school isn't for finding your husband; it's for finding your bridesmaids...
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