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Aug 2015
why won't you just tell me
that we're still in love
because i can't stop breathing your air
dreaming of your hands around my waist

this is torture
the drama on purpose

i knew you were still there
i knew it

i'd like to wait for you if that's okay
evocatory
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evocatory  nb, nj
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