[seven] S e n e c a
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summertime skies, fireflies, you and i sat wrapped around tree branches. we put down roots in the soil, daisies grew under our nails blossoming on our fingertips. we grew ferocious wings every time we yelled, racing away from half open closet doors with inky black insides and the haunted house at the end of the street with boarded up windows. chasing the dim stars dancing above us until the soles 98
