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let's drink water out of wine-glasses and pretend that airplanes are shooting stars. let's count each passing minute as another lucky moment spent together. extravagance is a state-of-mind. let me wear my thrift store maxi-dress like an elegant ball gown, and lead me to the grass-ballroom floor. the grass stains will be proof that the night existed. let's make dreaming reality, if only for the night. i'm no cinderella, and the shoe may be the wrong size, but your hand fits perfectly in mine, and we can still dance barefoot on the grass floor, -and that's perfectly alright. -NJ2015 [all rights reserved]
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
dance with me.
let's drink water out of wine-glasses and pretend that airplanes are shooting stars. let's count each passing minute as another lucky moment spent together. extravagance is a state-of-mind. let me wear my thrift store maxi-dress like an elegant ball gown, and lead me to the grass-ballroom floor. the grass stains will be proof that the night existed. let's make dreaming reality, if only for the night. i'm no cinderella, and the shoe may be the wrong size, but your hand fits perfectly in mine, and we can still dance barefoot on the grass floor, -and that's perfectly alright. -NJ2015 [all rights reserved]
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
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