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Someone asked about my tattoo in a bar bathroom and I swore she was you She put her hand on my arm and traced the shapes that you helped heal I wanted to fall onto her mouth like I fell onto yours
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
It wasn't about you, but it is now
Someone asked about my tattoo in a bar bathroom and I swore she was you She put her hand on my arm and traced the shapes that you helped heal I wanted to fall onto her mouth like I fell onto yours
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
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