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I’m all smoked out, drunk way too much coffee.
But thankfully the air feeds me.
I breathe it in, I breathe the magic, the possibilities.
I breathe in wander and those forgotten dreams.
All all those memories I hold dear, well they’re in the air too.
Floating as love.

Xo

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