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In April, Our together was cut short, I couldn't look you in the eyes. The second our words fleeted, We were drowning in butterflies. A story they will never know, Only for our hearts to see. The showers of April, The deaths of you and me.
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC
In April
In April, Our together was cut short, I couldn't look you in the eyes. The second our words fleeted, We were drowning in butterflies. A story they will never know, Only for our hearts to see. The showers of April, The deaths of you and me.
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23/M/Virginia
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC
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