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Feb 2015
let's lay on the rooftop
and smoke
until our curious lungs burn
and we'd run out of words to say
but 'i love you'

(i love you)
like the words were spoken for the first time
and we're already drunk with the idea of (love's) reciprocity
follow me on twitter @headoncoIIision :)
Written by
Stellar  404
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