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  • Sophia E. Aguiñaga
    • May 19
    • 1 min read

(my best friend)

Life realized itself in me, the flower climbing from its seed through the darkness to sprout, for it hear you, my sunshine, calling.

I can’t recall a single thing before it, nor do I care to. Perhaps before you, nothing existed at all.

(my best friend)

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