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The Night WindNight upon a sandy boardwalk exit, / My voice caresses words of adoration, / Spoken only for you to hear

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Mar 30, 2015

I love our memoriesOn a chilly January night we snuck onto a playground. / We played truth or dare and laughed about the area being way too dark, / We questioned if maybe it wasn't safe to be in the park.

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Mar 7, 2015

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