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Jun 2020
Thinking about walking across the street,
about bare feet,
about that time I met you in Florida,
and I didn't even know ya.
It all feels like ages ago,
songs stuck in my head from back then on the radio,
we just want to drive around slow,
let it go, let it go.
Written by
Danielle  32/F/Rockford, IL
(32/F/Rockford, IL)   
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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