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we carefully winged our eyeliner and picked out our favorite jeans just to down a bottle of wine each and drown ourselves in a sea of people who had done the same   and at the end of the night after some of us had scattered to fall into the arms of boys whose faces we never saw   I’ll never forget the look in her eyes because she hadn’t found what she was hunting for   I wonder if she noticed that all of ours looked the same
Poems for the End of the World
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