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Mar 2015
We lay facing each other,
His bloodshot blue eyes watching mine.
I think neither of us wanted to be alone,
Neither of us wanted to be cold.
Neither of us said anything.
There was no movement except that of our beating hearts,
And that was enough to remind us that someone else is alive,
Until his hand finds mine,
And it’s almost better than what the both of us lost.
I think I fell in love to that Gorillaz song you played me
Olivia Rose
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Olivia Rose  New York City
(New York City)   
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