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Thursday, July 7

11:11

It's 11:11
and I'm not making wishes anymore.
New Year's fireworks,
first taste of cherry blood this year,
dandelions, shooting stars, eyelashes, ladybugs,
and let's not forget the fuckin' birthday candles,
And all my wishes were one.
But you ... you were not to come
true.

11:12
—hmph....

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