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You are but a thought in your maker's eyes.
If my love were an ocean,
There would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
You would see only sand.
If my love were a star-
Late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight. Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via observando)
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