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I’m in love with limerence,
and marooned from reality.
The heartsick air smells
less of morning petrichor
and more like peanut dust
and wood varnish.
I’m in love with limerence,
and marooned from reality.
The heartsick air smells
less of morning petrichor
and more like peanut dust
and wood varnish.