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Blurred Edges of Us

I still think of that day, rain pitter-pattered gently around us, clouds were the color of gravel. Your smile broke through shadows, and our laughter mingled like gold. Paint splattered against a canvas- that's what we were. Unpredictability. Chaos. Adoration. Does any of it make sense? Does it not make you want to crawl out of your skin and sink into the what if?

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