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Mar 2015
Wake me up before you go
My dreams they speak to much
I kissed you on the lips last night
The wind was in my clutch
Like catching air
Or sleeping fine
My mind begins to melts
All I felt inside my chest
Was love, and nothing else.

- N. Morin
Nicholas Morin
Written by
Nicholas Morin  California
(California)   
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