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Dec 2015
Lost is the girl,
With the lonely smile.
She waits for her love,
A long and weary mile
He stole her heart
Before she’d even seen
He’d be her prince
And she’d be his queen.
The last thing she remembers is them kissing the night away then the
next day driving away.
Watching in the rear view mirror,
he waved goodbye.
BeautifulIrony
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BeautifulIrony  27/Colorado springs
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