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The smell of Musty old books With dried rose Bookmarks. The day before Vacations. Crisp white Shirts and formal Suits. Learning Something new. The rollercoaster Reaching the top And pausing for a second. Your dad smiling at your mom when She's not Looking. Lying down and Feeling your back Crunch with Tiredness after a Productive day. White lilies. Making out in alleys. The smell of petrol And nail polish. And you.
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
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The smell of Musty old books With dried rose Bookmarks. The day before Vacations. Crisp white Shirts and formal Suits. Learning Something new. The rollercoaster Reaching the top And pausing for a second. Your dad smiling at your mom when She's not Looking. Lying down and Feeling your back Crunch with Tiredness after a Productive day. White lilies. Making out in alleys. The smell of petrol And nail polish. And you.
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
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