// entry ninety-two //

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// sweet + sour: bitterness had never sounded so sweet when you were the lemon that i stole amongst the tallest and most promising of trees that I could have taken as i had pleased. //

// unprepared: sometimes i have all the words ready, and sometimes my mind is void. it's as if the world isn't ready or maybe neither am i. //

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