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on sunday I found myself flipping through vintage postcards looking for the church where we first kissed I think I wanted to show you what it used to be but I'm not sure all I know is that you've done it already infiltrated my every thought
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Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
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on sunday I found myself flipping through vintage postcards looking for the church where we first kissed I think I wanted to show you what it used to be but I'm not sure all I know is that you've done it already infiltrated my every thought
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Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
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