👀 S##T

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She says

Find me, then we can talk and do things we never made.

Let me think, what things have we never done together?

Open that door? Dating postcards? Love?

The painting pieces of my latest creations live now in my days of death.

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Death days

Death of days

Death days painted in my latelest creations, pieces of love.

Dating postcards rang at my door. The door I opened, because I needed to talk and do things with someone. Let me think with who? The one I have with my eyes. The one I have in my eyes. The one I eat with my eyes.