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i'm scared of art museums but if you held my hand i might be fine i'm not worthy of your time but i guess you're right we all think lowly of ourselves i kept my love for you in a locked room but i wasn't prepared for you to tell me that you loved me too is it my way with words and your way with a pen that made me want to fall in love again let us hold hands under the table and you squeeze mine a little tighter every time
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
never any time in the world
i'm scared of art museums but if you held my hand i might be fine i'm not worthy of your time but i guess you're right we all think lowly of ourselves i kept my love for you in a locked room but i wasn't prepared for you to tell me that you loved me too is it my way with words and your way with a pen that made me want to fall in love again let us hold hands under the table and you squeeze mine a little tighter every time
a sweet poem for a sweet girl
pataki
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
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