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Our gaze looks towards the wall memories and moments shatter it all you not him I wonder why these thoughts run like water filling my mind it escapes first through my eyes My mouth pours open what does it mean if I tell you what I think I want to see you Sunday I fell for you when you weren't even looking distant eyes over here meet mine alone, we could be I wonder all the time if you fit me I wanna see you Sunday e.s.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Sunday Kind of Love
Our gaze looks towards the wall memories and moments shatter it all you not him I wonder why these thoughts run like water filling my mind it escapes first through my eyes My mouth pours open what does it mean if I tell you what I think I want to see you Sunday I fell for you when you weren't even looking distant eyes over here meet mine alone, we could be I wonder all the time if you fit me I wanna see you Sunday e.s.
estherstafford
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
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