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Shooting stars and the backs of cars we were finding wings. Flying kites, reaching higher heights we were fragile things. Down at Strands (almost) holding hands one day you said, “love”. Special nights under Circus lights all that I dreamed of. Dances, dresses—all successes, you can rock a suit. We watched orangs, I cut your bangs bowl cuts can be cute. Five-hundred miles from your bright smiles sounds so far from sublime. But yours I’ll be, if you’ll have me, until the end of time.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
For Jack
Shooting stars and the backs of cars we were finding wings. Flying kites, reaching higher heights we were fragile things. Down at Strands (almost) holding hands one day you said, “love”. Special nights under Circus lights all that I dreamed of. Dances, dresses—all successes, you can rock a suit. We watched orangs, I cut your bangs bowl cuts can be cute. Five-hundred miles from your bright smiles sounds so far from sublime. But yours I’ll be, if you’ll have me, until the end of time.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
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