#Dawn Lanuza

When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations

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I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to

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When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations

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I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to

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When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations

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I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to

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When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations

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I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to

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I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to

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When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations

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I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to

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When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations

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