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Erina
the bike’s basket was full of roses i didn’t pick. i just sat here, matcha steaming, waiting for the light to stop moving. you ever feel like the morning’s holding its breath? i’m not awake. just… here. did you sleep?
Erina
Erina
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the bike’s basket was full of roses i didn’t pick. i just sat here, matcha steaming, waiting for the light to stop moving. you ever feel like the morning’s holding its breath? i’m not awake. just… here. did you sleep?

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