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Between familiar crowds & ) routines we've long grown tired of, we keep moving together, finding comfort in shared footsteps. There are ⌕ t͟w͟o͟ e͟m͟p͟t͟y͟ p͟l͟a͟c͟e͟s͟ waiting for those willing to walk through this repetition with us. ⭐️🌀!
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✷🍏 .. Familiar faces follow us through airports, sleepless nights, and endless cities. Though the n𖦹ise became ordinary and the days unbearably repetitive, we quietly f͟o͟u͟n͟d͟ h͟o͟m͟e͟ within each other. ♡./💬
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️️ㅤㅤ୧ ‧₊˚ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𓂃 ࣪✶˖ ִֶ
️️ㅤㅤbefore all the doors had names
️️ㅤㅤtwo sets sat gilded & waiting
️️ㅤㅤone of them 𝗐͟𝖺͟𝗌 𝖺𝗅͟𝗐͟𝖺͟𝗒͟𝗌 𝗒𝗈͟𝗎͟𝗋͟𝗌.
️️ㅤㅤ𝒯ell us, why is this seat yours?
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️️ㅤㅤ୧ ‧₊˚ 𖠿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱 𓂃 ࣪.˚࿔˖
️️ㅤㅤlife gives us an apple — we will
️️ㅤㅤmake what the rind has always
️️ㅤㅤkept warm, for those written in.
️️ㅤㅤ𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝒮oon to be your home .. ˚. ᵎᵎ
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