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madbunny
we hop on planes to chase sunsets and run through the streets panting, in search of sweets our mimosa smiles and bouts of laughter announce our young love to passers by. we are learning to avoid plans and amble through unfamiliar neighborhoods glued to each other when we miss home. our frequent stops say inexperienced wanderers and our clasped hands give us away. we are hopeless and will always be kids lost in each other. somewhere between bedsheets and two cities in california. nine.six.16 (chasing light)
‘Dego.
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go find a beach w/ somebody you love/listen to ‘blond’
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‘7 days’
‘7 days’
‘7 days’ (a short)
‘7 days’ (a short)