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Sep 2012
Without being pretentious, I just
wanna sound a little like myself again, somedays.

Shoot the ****.

We were the type to touch records just for the feel,
You were the type to throw darts on Thursday nights.

I jumped fences to impress you,
I wore my hair down and
drank your favorite beer.

Took my clothes off a little too often.

I looked at maps and you laughed but I
thought we would be an adventure.

I thought it was worth the lightyears,
Parsecs.
Lizz Parkinson
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Lizz Parkinson
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