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May 7
maybe not now, not quite today,
but somewhere down the winding way,
when time feels right and skies align,
your path will gently cross with mine.

i won’t rush fate, i’ll let it flow,
there’s still so much we’ll come to know.
no need for maps, no need to see—
we’ll meet again. we’re meant to be.
ophelia
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ophelia  25/F/Jakarta
(25/F/Jakarta)   
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