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Feb 2015
I feel messed up, fixing on sun walks and fun talks.
A run with you, warm and without shoes
through all the hues of existence.

It's interest, you impressing thing.
I could sing about your eyes,
and die from how you smile
I'm not in denial, but I might as well say it.
I think I may love you..
pat
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pat  salad
(salad)   
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     ---, Alysia Marie, --- and SPT
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