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and then our lips met, and, for what seemed like the thousandth time, brushed off the frost on my lips left behind from the cold i love yous and empty good-byes
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
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and then our lips met, and, for what seemed like the thousandth time, brushed off the frost on my lips left behind from the cold i love yous and empty good-byes
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
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