eighty-two.

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𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆

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i don't know who needed to hear this
but the best water is the kind from your
best friend's bathroom tap
during a sleepover
when it's just past midnight
and you're quietly eating your midnight snack
the two of you whispering to each other
falling silent when the house makes any creak
waiting for the sky to fall fully pitch black
because that's when it's truly midnight
when the sky goes all dark
and you neglect to remember the stars, or streetlights, or light pollution
only the tap water, the snack, and
the look in your best friend's eyes

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