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If Sunday afternoon was in fact yesterday, and tomorrow will be forever, morning becomes the moon, and the moon is eclipsed by the idea of the sun rising. If all i had in this world was your hand, and all you had in this ideology was my way of thinking, the sky can be purple, all every time we look at it together. The sun chills our bones, but we radiate heat. Our lives are eternal, but eternal life is boring and useless unless i have you to share it with.
-MAF
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