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𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

Writer: ridarida
Jul 10, 20211 min read

Updated: Nov 8, 2023

hold my fingers into the mellow sunshine, rubbing the buttery cookie crumbs off

they fall down on my stomach, like heavy grains of dust with a soft thud.

 
 
 

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