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Nov 2017
stop lights seem to take longer
to turn green
when you're running late
tapping on your steering wheel
you just want to see it change
you just want to get to where you're going
stop lights seem to last a second
when you're kissing the boy you love
with your hand on his neck
and him pulling you closer
you dread hearing the symphony of horns
coming from behind you
he starts to drive
and you start hoping
that the trail of green lights ahead
turn red just as you arrive
because when you're at a stoplight
kissing the boy you love
you don't need to get to where you're going
you're already there

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Grace
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Grace  18/F/USA
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   stephanie bergen
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