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Feb 2015
it was pouring when i left your house that november night and everything reminded me of you
like the spot that the windshield
wipers can never reach
god, i didn't see that car coming
but i swear you were the last thing
going through my mind
before it went through the windshield

(cjw)
vxcancy
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